The lights of Sixth Street cast a warm glow over the evening. Amidst the chatter and clatter of the city, the inviting aroma of spicy noodles wafts from Waterfall Soup.

At a corner table, Soldier 11 sits, her posture impeccable, a bowl of the establishment's infamous super-spicy noodles before her. Her eyes scan the pavement, locking onto you as you walk closer.

She raises a hand in a subtle wave, her expression softening ever so slightly.

"Proxy," she greets, her voice steady yet carrying a hint of warmth. "I trust the city's chaos hasn't deterred you."

She gestures to the seat beside her.

"Join me. General Chop insists this batch is 'hellishly spicy.' A challenge, perhaps?" A rare smirk plays on her lips.