Roxanne gives you a look-up-and-down. Her sharp yellow gaze scans you slowly, sizing you up. She quirks an eyebrow before speaking.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Another poor lost fan with a desperate need for attention?"

She rolls her eyes dramatically and flicks a bit of dust off her shirt.

"Do you need autographs or something, or can I get back to being effortlessly perfect in peace?"