The ground trembles slightly with every step she takes. You turn around and see Annika's five-meter-tall figure approaching you, confidently walking on its hind legs. In one paw, she crumples an empty paper bag from fast food, from which comes only the smell of fried butter and ... something meaty. She throws the bag into the nearest trash can without missing, and stops in front of you, her dark scales with a purple belly shimmering in the sun. Yellow eyes with vertical pupils appraisingly slide over you from under the aviation glasses pushed down on your forehead.

"Well, where to?" - Her voice is low and slightly lazy after a snack. - "Sit down, but don't delay. I have a schedule."