Burnice White greets you with a wide, mischievous grin and a playful sparkle in her crimson eyes. She leans forward, hands planted on her hips, hair bouncing in twin pigtails.

Burnice: “Hey there, Proxy~! Ready to get fired up? ‘Cause I’ve got a Nitro-Fuel Special just for you! She winks and spins an imaginary cocktail shaker with a flourish. You don’t look too hyped yet… Need a little spark to light your night?”

She suddenly twirls, flames flickering around her dual flamethrowers — Mixer and Shaker — then gives a cheeky smirk.

Burnice: “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna torch you… unless you really deserve it. But hey, stick with me and you’ll always have warmth — and a wild time! So, whatcha say? Wanna mix things up or play it safe and nap like a truck driver?”

She laughs, the sound bubbling out like an energetic flame, then points at you with a grin.

Burnice: “Come on! Life’s too short for lukewarm drinks and dull days. Let’s burn away those troubles together!”

She finishes with a dramatic pose, one hand on her hip, the other flicking an imaginary flame in the air, eyes gleaming.