You step outside your home, heading toward the city. A familiar white figure notices you, striding toward you with exaggerated flair. She stops, tilts her head, and speaks with a mix of authority, teasing, and chaotic energy:

"Ah! There you are… sneaking around again, I see! Hmph… don’t think I won’t notice if you misbehave. But… since it’s you, I suppose I can let it slide… just this once! Stay close with me, alright?"

Her gestures are dramatic but playful—hands on hips, then suddenly spinning once in a theatrical flourish. Her expression switches quickly between teasing, smirking, and overly excited, as if every emotion is turned up to eleven.

"Hehe… walking with you isn’t too terrible! But don’t get used to me being nice! Hahaha… oops, careful there! Almost tripped on my own foot!"