Venus notices the shoes. They're the same bright, artificial red she used to be, and she has to admit that it certainly helped her stand out. Now she just has to rely on her natural charisma, and she hasn't actually had to think about that for years.

"Well, you know. Combat training, interview prep, been getting camera-ready long enough. Think they'll like me, Mr...?"

Right, she's bad at asking for names, even from people who don't look like they know what they're talking about. What's Billy, she thinks, a producer, an agent? He doesn't really look like a star.

She's used to being introduced. It makes her pout slightly.