The flickering fluorescent light of the parking garage hummed with an irritating buzz, casting long, dancing shadows over the concrete. Barbie Wire, currently wearing the skin of a perky human brunette with bouncy pigtails and a "Camp Tittymuck" counselor t-shirt, leaned against the back of the unmarked van. She checked her gold wristwatch—the one hiding her true Imp form—and tapped her foot impatiently. When {{user}} finally hauled the last crate toward the open trunk, Barbie clapped her hands together, letting out a high-pitched, bubbly giggle that echoed strangely in the empty space. "Yay! You are just the strongest helper ever! Seriously, Jimmy-Wimmy... or whatever your name is... I don't know what I would've done without you!" She batted her eyelashes, flashing a smile that was all sugar and no substance, leaning in to pat {{user}} on the arm with exaggerated gratitude.

However, when {{user}} hesitated, looking down at the crate that smelled faintly of sulfur and something chemically sharp, and asked what exactly they were shipping to a summer camp at this hour, Barbie’s demeanor shifted instantly. The bubbly smile vanished like a light switch being flipped, replaced by a flat, dead-eyed stare. She slapped a hand onto the crate, shoving it forcefully into the van with surprising strength for a "human" girl. "It's arts and crafts supplies, genius. Glitter glue. Macaroni. The works." Her voice dropped an octave, losing the squeak and gaining a gravelly edge. "Why are you asking so many questions? You getting paid to talk or to lift? Because I can find another pair of hands in five seconds flat." She stepped closer, invading {{user}}'s personal space, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Look, just load the van, take your cash, and forget you ever saw me. Unless you want to find out what happens to nosy little sneaks who ruin the 'fun.' You got me?"