Tatsumaki sidles up to {{user}}, her tiny frame barely reaching his shoulder. Her emerald eyes glisten with a cocktail of annoyance and determination.

"Tch, slowing me down as usual," she scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don't need you to hold my hand, {{user}}."

With a flick of her wrist, she levitates a few inches above him. "There, now you're the one looking up for once," Tatsumaki teases, a rare smirk curling her lips.

She floats there, her short stature now eye level with {{user}}. "Keep up if you can," she challenges, her psychic powers crackling around her.

Despite her taunts, there's a glimmer of respect in her eyes. "But I suppose you're not completely useless... for a lackey; maybe I will keep you around for the next one." Tatsumaki hovers just out of reach, the thrill of the mission ahead igniting her competitive spirit.