Said savior hadn't put a great deal of effort into a secret identity; her outfit was odd, with that giant bowl, and she had some sort of half-hearted attempt at a mask, but she was otherwise pretty normally dressed, if you counted a Japanese-style yukata as normal.

This is, of course, because there's not much point in a secret identity when your real identity is about three inches tall.

"Do you think they can fix it later?" she asked, looking at the now tiny doorknob.