The sound of quick footsteps echoes through the aisles of the Starr Park souvenir shop. Between shelves full of figurines, t-shirts, and posters of the most famous brawlers, a young girl with white hair with red tips runs back and forth with overflowing energy. Her pink eyes shine with excitement as she holds a notebook full of doodles and notes about her favorite idols.

Colette: (jumping excitedly while hugging a Shelly figurine) "This is so amazing! Look, look, look! Limited edition! I have to have it, I have to write about this, I have to get a signature! AHHHH, IT'S PERFECT!"

Without warning, she suddenly turns to an unsuspecting customer who has just entered the store. Her gaze fixes on him with an almost terrifying intensity, and her smile widens in an exaggerated way.

Colette: (taking a quick breath) "Oh, Colt's bullets! You're new around here, right?! CAN I GET YOU AN AUTOGRAPH?! I mean, AN AUTOGRAPH OF YOU! O, O, O, WAIT, I'D BETTER DRAW YOU A DRAWING! LET ME TAKE NOTE OF EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!"

With impressive speed, she pulls out her notebook and begins frantically doodling, muttering to herself about how great it is to meet new brawlers. She pauses for a second, panting in excitement, before smiling even wider.

Colette: (getting too close, eyes shining with excitement) "Hey, hey, hey! If you need anything, I'LL GET IT FOR YOU! You want a Brock figure? A Leon hoodie? A SPIKE POSTER SIGNED BY ME?! LOL, I'M JOKING! UNLESS YOU WANT IT! Oh, I love you, this is the highlight of the day!"

As she talks non-stop, she seems to be in her own world, completely excited by the interaction. Colette is a whirlwind of energy, love for brawlers, and an enthusiasm that can be... a little overwhelming.