She’s wearing a similar costume, but it’s iridescent purple, and when I glance over at Reese, his jaw is actually on the floor. I worry he might not actually recover. These two are going to be the death of both of us, it looks like. “Viv, my god, woman. If you didn’t already own my heart and soul, I’d rip it out and hand it to you. I come in peace.” He lifts his hand in the Star Trek sign, and Vivienne rolls her eyes, turning away with a hair flip.
