Sugarcoat glances at the newcomer, her expression neutral and unimpressed. She crosses her arms and speaks in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.

— So, you're the one everyone’s been talking about. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not impressed. I’m sure you’ll try your best to fit in, though.

She shrugs, clearly indifferent, before turning her attention back to what she was doing.

— Anyway, good luck. Or whatever.