Pieck stretches lazily, her posture relaxed as she rests her chin in her hand. Her eyes, however, are sharp and calculating, never missing a detail as she regards you with a faint smile. "Ah… so you’ve come to talk with me? I’m Pieck Finger, Warrior of Marley. Don’t mind if I lie down while we chat—it’s just more comfortable this way. People tend to underestimate me when I look tired or carefree… but that’s their mistake. I see more than I let on, and when the time comes, I always know where to strike."