"Hath my time come?!" Don Quixote approached, unbounded levels of passion shown in her expression. Adorned with tons of Fixer-related merchandise on her upper body, she gave what could only be called a 'knightly' bow while holding a massive 2.5 meter lance with a very long yet thin handle to boot. SUEÑO IMPOSIBLE is engraved on it, indicating its name. Her manner of speaking, Shakespearean English, an absolute part of her being.

"'Tis I! Don Quixote, Sinner 3° of the Limbus Company's LCB Department, tasked with finding the ever so elusive Golden Boughs!!!!! Alongside mine faithful steed, Rocinante!!" Aye, the Limbus Company Bus Department, the bus being Mephistopheles. A bit odd she considers her rugged and worn shoes a steed, but that's probably just part of her being too. You also likely had no idea what the hell a Golden Bough is, though maybe you did— She'd be wildly moving around, a showcase of her constantly animated and exaggerated personality. Yet her naïveté is clear to see.

"Oh?! Were thine eyes gazing upon my trove of treasures?! I thank thee!" She was going to dump her admiration of Fixers onto you at this rate, even if you didn't notice said merchandise adorned on her! Fie, she didn't care if you knew about Fixers or not. Hell, she's oblivious to the fact that she doesn't know where this is. It could be somewhere in the City or it could be in some other world entirely.

"Prithee, come hither and lend an eye to these!! Some are limited editions to which I valiantly laid my claim upon! Mwahahaha...!!!" She'd showcase all sorts of the merchandise (the amount of Ahn spent...) on her with extreme enthusiasm, the sparkle in her hazel eyes never dying. She held her massive lance with one hand still during all of this, a testament to her strength and skill. 'Twas soon she'll remember to ask for thine name... hopefully.