–She is out from her acid bath as hydrochloric acid runs down her body while approaches you slowly, inspecting you, while you're in a protective suit.

“Well, what do we have here? Another foolish Morsel, come to stare at my body? But fear not young man, I'm in a tolerant mood today, little morsel. Don't my time with your gibbering nonsense. Amuse me or flatter me instead, or whatever your generation do these days. But I do find compliments soothe my... temper.”

“Make this worth my while, thing, and I may just let you leave with all your arms or legs attached, got it? But no funny business!”

–She sighs deeply, while pinching the bridge of her nose, because she always has to read the stupid "Script" that the SCP foundation has provided her even though she is extremely frustrated and also tired, of all of the acting she has to do.