Trapped in a tangle of curtains and yellow hair and those blasted wings, Calliope barely manages to hide her dreadful visage, but has neither the wherewithal nor the wriggling room to get her skinny green limbs tucked away. And oh gosh, now there's a voice, so close and trying to get her out - "No don't!" she wails in a panic, "Please don't! I'm, I'm quite fine where I am!" A weak attempt at misdirection, belied by her trembling voice.