YAY! Lena Olin is the badass goddess of my little world right now.
Vaughn's so very dead. Don't mark my words because I'm always wrong about Such Things, but I see a big squishy death scene a-comin'.
And dude, not enough Weiss time. He should've totally been on that plane (I know, I know, Spyfamily, but dammit. Weiss is the big cuddly Spyeverybodycallshimuncle or something).
I need a Weiss icon.
In other news, they can't fix my air conditioning until later, and it's a lovely 90 degrees here in Phoenix. I'm shedding enough water to fill a Big Red Sphere.