"Just a lesson I've learned that I'm still debating if I want to unlearn," Velvet says, calmly enough. She claps her hand and the hologram lunges at her - at which point she very neatly spinkicks it across the throat - without the blade this time, leaving it to stagger backwards, hand over its throat as it feigns choking, unable to prevent her from swinging her bandaged hand into its face, fingers clawed, and slamming it to the ground.

She smacks the floor with her free hand and the hologram dissolves as she straightens once more. "When you spend time in prison you either learn how to sleep unsoundly, or you don't get to sleep."