Flamethrower? Check. Battleaxe? Check. Army of kittens? Check. Tools of the trade for our wee little art intern, Keeran. They’re all in her head, of course, but that’s beyond the point. The kid loves to learn, and has a tendency to get overly excited about the smallest things. And if repeatedly getting whacked over the head by Azrael’s clipboard of power won’t stop her from singing along with the Battlestar Galactica opening, nothing will.

(Azrael notes: Keeran often breaks out into a melodramatic screaming of “I CAN’T DO ANYTHING”, also…she wears bloomers. Suspect. I know…)