Z let a wicked howl of laughter as she watched Sparrow swing away. "So much for that," she purred, sitting up and looking at Tim. "Too bad I used you. She really did like you." It was hard to specify who the 'she' Z was talking about. She stretched out her arms above her head, not caring that she was still indecent, then looked over to the discarded uniforms. 
"You might want to cover up before someone finds you," she suggested, becoming lazy with her pronunciation so her words slurred together in her thick French accent. She stood up and, with the help of hands manifested from the shadows, she dressed herself. "That was fun," Z chirped, smiling at Red Robin. "We should do it again." RR was released from her spell, but the dark-skinned woman's eyes were still black and white. Both the eyes and the fact that she could speak hinted that maybe something wasn't right.