[yukari hasn't caught on that her dorm room has connected itself to the wider network of multiple realities and dimensions just yet.  welcome...to the twilight zone she's too engrossed with highlighting whatever phrases are printed in the massive packet of papers in her hands.  in fact, piles papers and pamphlets are scattered all over the bookshelf and small desk by the window--itineraries for photoshoots,  business cards, professional letters.  a disaster area of a makeshift office or a "work in progress" (if you asked her, anyway).]

Argus, [she mutters.]  Argus.  Arrrrrguuuuuus.  [it must feel foreign on her tongue.]  Might as well try.

[her entire demeanor transforms from confused to confident, bold to brash.] HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! [she finally looks up from her packet, glares, and points to some invisible wrongdoer in the distance.] PINK ARGUS WON'T LET YOU WALK AWAY FROM YOUR EVIL DEEDS!

[and as quickly as the change came, it is gone, yukari collapsing backwards onto the bed.] I'm really doing this, huh?  Good grief....