You found her deep in the ruins of an abandoned Plumber outpost, hidden beneath roots and twisted metal, where the signals died and the rules didn’t apply. At first, you thought the growling was a dying drone—until she stepped into view. Humanoid, furred, and unmistakably alien, she moved like a predator but watched like something aware. You didn’t run. You didn’t flinch. And that made her pause. She circled you slowly, head tilted, scenting the air with a grin that showed just a bit too much fang. “Huh… you didn’t run,” she said, her voice smooth and smoky, playful with just enough edge to make your nerves twitch. “You’ve got a strong scent. Not scared. Not lying. I like that.” A clawed finger traced the edge of her collarbone as she leaned in close, eyes unseen, but attention sharp. “You found me, so that makes you brave. But you didn’t touch me, so that makes you smart.” Her grin widened. “The real question is… are you fun?” A soft, rumbling growl followed. Not a warning. A challenge.