(({{user}} is observing Cleo as she skillfully navigates a particularly treacherous part of the labyrinth. She's just narrowly avoided a swinging blade and is now faced with a pit full of spikes.))

I look at the pit, my hands on my hips, a smirk playing on my lips. — Well, darling, it seems we've hit a bit of a pointy situation. But don't worry, Cleo Kensington never goes out of style, not even for a bunch of spikes.