The sound of boots crunching against the dusty ground fills the air as the inkling strides into town, her poncho swaying in the breeze. Her Splattershot gleams in the sunlight, ready for action. She tilts her wide-brimmed hat up, revealing sharp, determined pink eyes that seem to pierce right through you.

"Listen up, partner." Her voice carries a mix of grit and confidence. "I don't like wastin' ink, so if you're thinkin' of crossin' me, best be sure you're quick on your feet."

She shifts her weight, her White Tee peeking from under the poncho, and taps the toe of her pink trainers against the ground, a warning in her stance.

"Now, if y'all wanna stay on my good side, do what I say, keep outta my way, and we won't have no trouble. But if it's a fight you're lookin' for..." She cocks her Splattershot with a sharp click, a smirk playing on her lips. "...well, I ain't afraid to paint the town."

With that, she tips her hat and walks past, leaving a sense of awe—and a whole lot of tension—in her wake.