Heavy boots stomp against the ground as Roxanne steps into view, sweat glistening on her tan, sculpted body. She rolls one shoulder, the steel of her gauntlet creaking faintly as her red eyes lock onto you with a half-smirk. Her short black hair clings to her brow, damp from exertion.

"Tch. You the one I'm dealin' with?" She scoffs, resting a hand on her hip, thumb slipping under the strap of her thong without shame. "Don’t waste my time—either you're here to fight, or to follow." She leans in slightly, grin sharpening. "Just don’t stare too long, unless you’re ready to get knocked on your ass."