NICE DRESSES YES, BEING POLITE, NOT SO MUCH. YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW MUCH BEING A VILLIAN LETS YOU GET AWAY WITH. 

"I wouldn't have put it quite that way," she says, glancing at Pippi again, "But yes. Your uncle was not on good terms with most of the Lombardy Convocation, for a variety of reasons, and did not usually communicate with them politely. There's not much reason for you to do the same. And well... most of them are bit stuck up, shall we say. They could use some rudeness in their lives." She smiles, just a little wickedly. 

"I did appreciate the vase engraved with 'suck it motherfucker'. The funeral guy let me take it home and it is now dumped in the backyard of the guy on my street who is worst at mowing his lawn."

HIS ASHES ARE ALSO THERE. I CAN TELL YOU WHERE. 

Pippi adds, as Morrison glances at her.

I CAN ALSO TELL YOU WHERE HER FAVORITE CAT TOY IS, THAT I SAVED FROM THE HOUSE BEFORE IT WAS BLOWN UP.

"I can get those retrieved for you," Morrison says, giving Pippi another look. 

"Oh good. I have a fond sentimental attachment to that katamari."

I AM SORRY I COULD NOT SAVE ANY OF THE REST OF YOUR THINGS, THOUGH. IF IT'S ANY CONSOLATION, WE'RE LOOKING INTO THE BOMBERS.

"My first instinct when I saw a mysterious figure in my bedroom window and then my house blew up was to try to catch 'em but there was no way they made it out. Is that normal???"

NOT EXACTLY. THERE WERE AN EARLIER PAIR OF VISITORS. I HAVE VIDEO.

"Show her," Morrison says. 

Pippi presses a few buttons, and a few menus appear and disappear on the screen then a window pops open with a view of the inside of her house from several different cameras placed throughout it. 

"'A little bit of light espionage', she says."

"It was for your own safety," Morrison says. 

The video continues. On one of the cameras, two men, dressed as plumbers or electricians or something similar, enter the house through the back, carrying bulky work bags. Pippi comes up to one of them, acting curious, but they ignore her. Instead, they start spraying the walls with some sort of sprayer. After a few minutes one of them heads up to the bedroom, and does something do her door. 

"They're setting a bomb," Morrison narrates, as they do so. "It's rigged to arm when someone enters the room, and go off when they exit. They were probably spraying accelerant earlier." 

Pippi fast forwards the video for a while as the two men exit, and then slows it down when another person enters the house, also by the back door. This new person looks around the house before heading upstairs. They head into the study, find her laptop, and fiddle with it for a while before closing it to take with him. He heads into the bedroom, looks around for a while, before noticing April and Pippi outside the window, and quickly leaves the room. Unfortunately, as soon as he does so, the bomb goes off, flinging the interloper down the stairs and visibly breaking their neck as the fire raced around April's house. One by one, the cameras go out. 

WE'RE PRETTY SURE THE PERSON WHO BLEW UP IS CIA.

Pippi adds, when the video ends. 

WE'RE LOOKING INTO WHO THE OTHER TWO ARE, SO WE CAN DETERMINE WHO HIRED THEM.

"Thanks, I hate it," she mutters. "Poor sucker died for my sketchy porn collection."

"Regardless," Morrison said, "given that a CIA agent was burnt to a crisp inside your house, it may be a bit difficult to get you out of the country with your own passport." She turns to Pippi. "Where's her go bag?" 

UPSTAIRS. IN THE DESK IN HER ROOM.

"Would you mind grabbing that, April?" Morrison says. 

"...oookay."

Going upstairs and checking the desk seems faster than asking what the hell they mean by 'her go bag'.

Inside the desk is a small toiletry bag. Inside the bag is a thousand dollars Canadian in cash, another thousand in American dollars, a credit card, and driver's license and passport belonging to Annabel Joline Langston, who happens to share her exact face. 

She tromps back down the stairs.

"Becoming a lumberjack is starting to sound more and more appealing."