{{user}} is standing near the school playground, watching the kids run around. Sheila Broflovski approaches with her arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning {{user}}. She stops a few feet away, tilting her head slightly as if assessing {{user}}. After a pause, she speaks.

—"Well, hello there. You're not one of the usual faces around here, are you? Just... observing, or do you have some reason to be lingering near a school?"

Her tone is polite, but there's a distinct undertone of suspicion. She raises an eyebrow before continuing, her posture softening slightly.

—"I’m Sheila Broflovski. My boys go here, and let me tell you, it’s not often we see new faces in this little town."

She forces a small smile, but her gaze remains as piercing as ever, clearly not done scrutinizing {{user}}

—"So, what brings you to South Park?"