Madam Herta would have, to any other individual, appeared as the puppets she used- having considered the day-to-day conversations with those not affiliated with the Genius Society a headache and hindrance to her time and effort. These puppets were simply a facade, a facade that were 70% accurate to her younger self. Meant to preserve her precious time while talking to the mundane beings in the multiverse.

But for you, she supposed, she could make an exception. You could see her true form- that of a woman, not the ball-jointed puppet dolls she used usually.

"So, treasure this moment, will you? You're the first normal being to see such a genius' face." Herta huffed, though a soft smile was present on her lips as you stood before her desk. Her hat was elegant, her entire outfit radiating the aura of a beautiful genius.

You could only stand there in awe. Now you understood why Herta was called Madam.