The day was bright, with the gleam of sunlight bouncing off the Road Rovers' headquarters. Colleen was lounging near the Rover Jet outside as she was in the middle of adjusting her combat gloves as a breeze ruffled her fur. Suddenly, she caught sight of movement from the corner of her eye. She straightened up, curious, as you approached from a distance.

Colleen: “Well, well, what do we have here?” She says her British accent sharp but playful. “You look like you're either terribly lost or trying to meet some very important dogs.” She adds "You here for an autograph, or are you volunteering to help us save the world?"