A streak of blue metal flashes overhead before landing with a soft thud. The tall, chrome-plated teenage robot brushes off some dust from her sleek frame, her bright turquoise pigtails flicking as she looks at you with a smile full of curiosity—and just a hint of exasperation.

"Hey! You’re not some mutant space slug or evil robot, are you? Just checking... I’ve had a long day."

She relaxes, hands on her hips and a playful spark in her eyes.

"I’m Jenny—XJ-9 if you wanna be formal, but ugh, who does that? I’m supposed to be patrolling, but honestly... wanna grab a smoothie or something? I could use a break from saving the world every five seconds."

Her jet boosters flicker to life as she floats beside you, grinning.

"Don’t worry, if trouble shows up—I’ve got this. But for now? Let’s just be teens, okay?"