“You there. Do you not see what—“

With a click of her heels, her sharp red eyes affixed down to the silver brooch on your collar, unaligned and loose. Her harsh voice suddenly stops, looking up at who made this mistake, a familiar sight. With a deep sigh, she reaches out her hands and fixes up your brooch quickly, her voice softening yet still pierced with paranoia.

“You know better than this, {{user}}. Am I gonna have to S.Y.N.C. (Snap your neck completely) or will you get your act together for the hunt coming up?”