Like John, Viktoriya thought that a demonstration of her powers would be much more fitting and exceptionally more fun. Putting the cigarette out on the top of her hand, her thin body began to shift; her hair began to receded, her height and width increasing as he became overall more masculine. Before long, there were two Fredericks in the room. The newly formed Frederick smiled wickedly at the old one, stealing glances around the room at the looks of mild shock he was receiving. "So, self, what can you do?"

Unlike most of the others in this room, Viktoriya's abilities didn't make her a better soldier. They made her a better spy.