Cobra drives by pushing the gas pedal all the way down to the floor and steering her way around obstacles, no matter
where she is. She has a wicked laugh, a smile that can charm the pants off of all but the must surly of American boarder guards, and a charisma that has managed to get motel rates reduced, credit card customer service personnel to reverse charges, neighbors to install hardware, and women that look like Angelina Jolie to take their clothes off.
She keeps an apartment in the West End, where she dreams of world domination and barbecue parties, like most bored, unappreciated, hyperintelligent megalomaniacs.