Why, 'tis none other than our long-lost Forensic Accountant who has returned to the fold from hyperspace, armed with hydrogen metal tipped pencils forged in the crucibles of some distant gas giant near the Ursa Major Cluster, with which she is cooking the books prior to announcing the necessity of a pay cut.
This will be something of a fiscal nightmare for her since we don't actually get paid and the blood was drained from our bodies months ago.
Le Chat Guerrier
Bwian's Towel & Grief Shop