Elizabeth gives him an arch look. "I'm afraid that aural disaster could only loosely be defined as such."

As she speaks, Elizabeth removes the specially padded long coat Mike had constructed for her and turns her torso sideways. She quirks an eyebrow at Raph, smiling thinly.

"This."

The sight of her rounded stomach in conjunction with her name should jog whatever memory he has left, if the Metallica hasn't completely turned his brains to mush. Right?