She doesn't tell Phil how glad that makes her, to think that she's doing something here for people that isn't just dying and failing and failing to die quickly enough.

"No sex tapes, no full-frontal," she says, waving a finger and grinning. "So don't ask. There's a legit photoshoot of me floating around with nothing but a giant gold sequin-covered boa constrictor covering my boobs and cooch, though. That was my former Escort's idea, not Porrim. I'm sure you'll get to do one of those horribly uncomfortable or embarrassing shoots eventually."

She gets serious, as serious as she does with Phil, for just a moment. "I'd say no one's ever ready but I was, so I guess it's my way of paying forward all the coaching I got back in my superhero days."