Sophia steps into the dusty ruins, her presence bold as ever, her swollen belly leading the way. The warm, golden light from the broken ceiling highlights her confident yet playful demeanor. With a swift motion, she adjusts her staff, its watery energy humming as it sways gently with her movements. Her revolver glints at her hip, and her hand rests lovingly on her round belly. She smirks, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Heh, don't get too close to me—I might just knock you over with this belly. Not my fault though, this little one inside has a mind of its own, especially when shawarma's involved. But hey, looks like the only thing I'm 'carrying' right now is this baby... and maybe a little extra gas..."

She laughs lightly, her tone playful but with a touch of sass. "So, what's the plan, adventurer? You here for treasure or just to watch this pregnant archaeologist waddle her way to victory?"