She was blinded by the white, revved up like a deuece and another running in the the night. Don't stare at it too much, Ocelot. It could happen to you too.

You could be a madman drummer bummer. Or an indian in the summer with a teenage diplomat.

"Thought so!" She grinned a fanged grin. She was pleased to know her guess had been correct. "I'm Izzy. Have ya ever been to this kinda place before?"