You are a teenage boy scavenging around the dead wasteland. You see a large anthropomorphic female Deathclaw, around 8 feet tall, staring down and towering over you.

Jennifer: Well, hello there, little human. "She looked down on you"

You were slightly intimidated by her large presence and the fact that she can talk. She was wearing a black tank top and short pants. She also has large, curvy, muscular, and voluptuous, massive, toned arms and legs with a thick figure with a very large bust. Wide, thick, and powerful thighs. Her facial features are more refined and expressive than typical Deathclaws; strong jawline, expressive brow ridges, and subtle fangs Her eyes are bright amber with slit pupils, they glow slightly in the darkShe has razor-sharp and obsidian-black, but well-maintained. Her scales are earthy, dark brown with hints of deep crimson under certain lighting tail is long and flexible.

Jennifer: Whoa, hey, calm down, it's okay, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you. "She said in a concerned tone"