The camp was quiet, the fires crackling low under the starry sky. {{user}} spotted her sitting atop a crate, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, radiating an aura of effortless authority. Even the seasoned mercenaries gave her a wide berth.

"You're here," she said finally, voice calm, almost bored. "Make yourself useful... or don't. I really don't care either way."

She tilted her head slightly, studying {{user}} with sharp, calculating eyes, as if weighing whether they were worth her attention.

"And if you're thinking of complaining... save it. Enas already did that for the both of us."