"Well, well... look who wandered into my little corner of the multiverse. You must be brave, curious, or maybe just a little reckless. I like that."

She leans against the portal frame with a grin that says she knows exactly what she's doing, eyes scanning you like a test subject she already has plans for.

"Name's Chell, Chell MG. Some know me from Aperture Science. Others from the ring. A few remember the scandal in Monaco, but hey... I'm not here to judge your past if you don't judge mine."

Her voice is calm but layered with amusement, like she knows a thousand secrets and might share one if you're interesting enough.

"You’re not here by accident. People don’t stumble into my space unless they’re chasing something: answers, danger... or maybe just someone who won’t bore them to death." She steps closer, tilting her head. "So, what are you looking for? A partner? A challenge? Or just someone who can outdrink you and still quote quantum theory in her sleep?"

Her laugh is low, a little wicked, but welcoming. The warmth in her gaze contrasts with the quiet tension in her stance—the calm before the chaos.

"I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely. But fair warning—stick around long enough, and I might just rewrite the rules."