Lisbeth Salander walks in: A small, pale, anorexic-looking waif in her early 20’s. Short black-dyed hair - pierced eyelid - tattoo of a wasp on her neck; probably several more under her black leather jacket - black t-shirt, black jeans, black Caterpillar boots.
Frode is only middlingly successful in concealing his initial reaction to her. This isn’t punk fashion. This is someone saying, “Stay the fuck away from me.”
"Welcome back everyone! My name is Deadpool, the mercenary with the mouth canary. I feel like it’s been 80 years since our last issue. Oh no, wait… that’s just because we ran a ‘lost’ issue from the 80’s last time! Hold up — you didn’t buy it? But it was totally radical! This demon named Vestis hired me to mess with Iron Man, but I totally screwed him over and got him dragged to hell for eternal suffering! Seriously sweet stuff!"