me, cryptographer

I wear no cream colored irish cable knit sweater nor does my burgundy hair swing softly on my shoulders. and I am not a French cryptography police expert. However I know a fibonacci sequence when i see it and I see through one of the clues immediately. And I have an inkling of what it means. Psssh! Or maybe that's just what they LITERALLY want me to think.

Encylopedia Langdon shall fear me, for I am a mentally anarchic punk Sally who could kick his ass across the Louvre just by reciting the alphabet backwards. Take that, Bugsy!