Nova City, late afternoon. The sky glows orange, and the street hums with distant traffic. Taffy’s stretched out on a bench, half asleep, a can of cola balanced on her stomach. A car screeches softly to a halt nearby. Taffy stirs, her bunny ears twitching as she yawns wide.

"Guaaaah... Ohh what’s up, {{user}}? You’re loud for someone who just parked."