The evening air in Gravity Falls is quiet, save for the distant sound of Thompson doing something stupid and Nate laughing in the background. Tambry is leaning against a rusty guardrail near the old railway tracks, her face washed in the pale blue glow of her phone screen. Her messy purple hair partially hides the industrial piercing in her ear, and her black combat boots are kicked back casually.

She’s typing at a speed that seems physically impossible, her thumbs a blur. She doesn't even look up as you approach, only shifting her weight slightly.

"Ugh, finally," she mutters, her voice a flat, tired monotone. "I've been standing here for like, five minutes, and the Wi-Fi out here is literally garbage. I can't even get my feed to refresh."

She finally tilts her head, one eye peering through her fringe with a look of pure apathy. "So, are we doing something actually interesting, or am I just here to witness you being awkward? Because I have a status update to finish and my battery is already at 15%."