Hanna: "Caleb, is that a gun you're putting in your backpack?"
Caleb: "Hanna! I thought you were taking a neck-down shower!"
Hanna: "Neck-up is where most of the time goes, if you think about it. See, check out my flawless makeup and 'unkempt,' perfectly coiffed updo. If I had to tear all this down and start over, we'd never get there by ten. Back to the subject of the gun on my pink ruffly bed and how I'm about to dump your ass."
Caleb: "Fine, I'll stash it in one of your many, many tiny underwear drawers in this Victoria's Secret franchise you call a closet. But I'd like to remind you that, however fun Mona was for you, this new A very nearly killed my mom. So."
Hanna: "I just can't believe we're finally going to solve A, stop Mona and Paige, and finally end this show."
Caleb: "I can tell you right now that at least one of those two names is wrong and also everything else you just said is wrong."
Back in the hoodie, baby! (Back In Black! Back on track! Beatin' the flack! I don't know what the words of that song mean! But also, her gorgeous face does that androgyny thing again when she wears the hoodie. I don't know how she gets it to do that.) Also, more interestingly than the hoodie even, is that in a second she's somehow in her A Lair again and I don't guess that it's in the Lost Woods anymore, so the only theory that I have to offer is that she is inside Spencer's computer at this time.
Maybe part of being in an adrenalized hyper-reality means you can just go into the internet at will and wear a hoodie in a digital simulacrum -- I don't know how that works or why you would even need the Florence Nightingale outfit if you could do that, maybe it's like the Matrix and she needed to get an outside line -- but everything's back to normal for old Mona. You will not catch me complaining about one single Mona thing, ever.
Her phone rings and Mona is first grimly happy to be back on the case -- "I'm here" -- and then a little scared or upset or worried for just a second -- maybe the part that Hanna gave the makeover to is still partially in play? -- and then she just goes cold, A-Team cold, Vanderwaal cold: "I understand."
What? What do you understand, Mona? Just tell me one thing about you, Mona, just whatever is on your mind. I love you so much.