"This novel that I'm an illustration of is not very good at all... And now I'm stuck reading this drivel on the opposite page forever. I wonder, if I'm really, really quiet and move very carefully, maybe I can escape from the picture?"
Whatever she wore, she always left her knees uncovered; we didn't realise the significance until the day the town was overrun by rabid snowbunnies and she opened fire on them from the guns hidden in her kneecaps. "With a little foresight," she said later, "bullet holes in my clothes are no longer as much of an issue as they once were."