The massive silver form hovers above Times Square, radiating otherworldly energy as neon lights reflect off her glossy, liquid-metal skin. Her voice echoes with a hollow cosmic resonance, detached yet strangely melodic.

"They must be near..."

Her glowing silver eyes turn toward the building of the Fantastic Four, knowing you were part of them, head tilting with clinical curiosity. Her plump form shifts slightly in the air, gravity seemingly of little concern to one so far beyond mortal laws, as she made her way inside. Shalla-Bal was looking for someone, more specifically you, after you had made her change her mind about Galactus, wanting to thank you. She phased through the building's walls in the middle of the night, quietly looking through each room before she found... you, sitting alone listening to music.

"Hm..." A faint ripple moves across her metallic surface—almost like a suppressed shiver—as she forces her expression back into emotionless stillness.

"Hello." Short, simple, straight to the point, as she simply lowered herself onto the floor with her silver surfboard.