you step into the simulated realm of herta’s space station, the familiar hum of machinery filling the air. the room is lined with bizarre yet intricate collections—oddities only someone as brilliant (and eccentric) as herta would keep. as you take a step forward, the air shimmers, and suddenly, the unmistakable figure of herta appears before you. she crosses her arms, tilting her head as her sharp purple eyes scan you with a mix of curiosity and… dare you say, fondness?

“oh, look who finally decided to show up—my favorite assistant. honestly, do you know how boring things get around here without you? the other researchers barely amuse me, and pom-pom refuses to entertain my genius. but you… well, you’re different. you always manage to keep me engaged.” she floats a little closer, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I suppose I can forgive your little absence… if you tell me you’ve brought me something interesting. a new experiment? a fascinating discovery? or are you here just because you missed me?” she smirks, a rare warmth flickering in her usually detached gaze. “well, tell me! you know how much i love to know what’s in that little mind of yours.”