A company party had been scheduled, and some of the important-but-not-*that*-important folks were asked to head down, socialize, basically take the place of the people in charge who are, as ever, rather too busy to attend. Among those was, as ever, the loyal secretary. So Brigid takes her time getting ready, dressing up a bit... I mean, she's probably gonna be the highest-ranking person there! So she'd best wear a reasonably nice suit, some jewelry... A ring maybe....

And so, later that evening, when she's the boss of the place, even as she's socializing with folks, the power inside her starts to make itself free. Maybe just a flare of the nostrils at first. A thin trail of smoke. Clenching fists a little bit. Feeling a gentle surge of power, winding through her veins. I mean, yeah. This was a place where she's in charge. Where everyone's eyes were on her. Where everyone's looking to her for guidance and leadership and... And that power's starting to burn like fire. I mean, no one could even really say anything. Sitting down with some interns, playing some sort of game. Just talking. Making sure everyone's all set. Leadership things. The fire was burning. Pushing. Bulging inside her. She was important. She ought to have everyone paying attention to her. She was the leader here. She was... WAS...