She looks like an intellectual, perhaps an explorer or archaeologist. Perhaps she's just realized how she can get a millionaire or king to finance her next expedition. She's pacing her office when she had an idea.
"I have it!" Professor Le Roux cried. "I won't make the presentation. You will!"
"Me?!" Rodney yelped. "But..."
"No buts! Mrs. Vanderbilt hates me. Oooo, her husband would become infatuated with me. Tomorrow's audience is female, Mr. Fenton. Mrs. Vanderbilt, Lady Bracenel, the Duchess of Bellminister...you would be perfect."
"Well, ah, why?" her assistant stammered.
"You know the rumors flying about me. Well, instead of me, they will meet you--a young gentleman explorer, and a hero." The professor smiled. "You did keep those bandits from kidnapping me."
Rodney blushed. He still remembered waking to hear the professor's muffled cries as she was being carried from the compound. One burst in the air from his Romanian V-47 was enough to send them scurrying. The weapon wasn't dubbed "Dracula's Saw" for nothing.
Le Roux took her bashful assistant by the arm. "There's still time! We must get you a haircut! A new coat will do the job. Oh, and be sure to take your automatic pistol and bowie knife!"
"You want me to go to Mrs. Vanderbilt armed?!"
"Of course! Let us hope one of them notices. Then act like you forgot about packing heat. They'll love it!"