She likes the red, Barry, but that's just about it. Costumes aren't her style - they're impractical and often unfashionable. She used to keep to clothes, but then it so happened that clothes got ruined when you were a private investigator and a mutant: clothes never did do well when shot at, even if you were bulletproof.

'I'm hardly an artist,' she remarks. She's more of a critic, but Barry can guess that by the way she finishes her inspection, and looks up at him. Monet is both annoyed and intrigued by people who don't bend immediately to her; annoying because she'd prefer them to, but intriguing, because then it becomes a game, another challenge, and she derives joy from winning that battle.

And also because her friends are people who don't bend to her. They stand beside her.

'I suggested the children because their snowmen are getting more and more intricate. Why, one even had cheekbones.'