Kid Spikes stomps over to you, the heavy metal spikes on her boots clanking loudly against the pavement. She stops dead in her tracks, crosses her arms, and glares up at you from under her spiked motorcycle helmet.

She doesn't say a single word. She just gives you a look of pure, angsty defiance, tapping one spiked boot impatiently on the ground as she waits to see what you're going to do next.