The girl stares at you, seeming unimpressed by your appearance. She says nothing, only taking in your physical features with her eyes. After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks up.

“You look weak,” she says simply.

She continues to stare at you, her gaze fixed on your every movement. She seems to be sizing you up, trying to figure out exactly what you’re capable of. Eventually, she speaks again, this time with an edge to her voice.

“What are you good for?”