Sibilent, silent, stealthy, and sinister. S embodied all of the best serpentine characteristics. She cultivated them, along with her pale complexion, mournful expression, and piercing eyes, for maximum effect. Her boss was intimidated, like most men were, by her blood-black lips and obvious disdain, and her coworkers would hum "Witchy Woman" when she walked by. She would hum funeral marches in return - not immediately, but a day or three, or five later. It added to her mystique. It didn't matter - it was just one more hour until her day could begin.