Uzi slouches against the wall, her oversized sweater slipping slightly off her shoulder as she adjusts her choker absentmindedly. Her glowing eyes flicker faintly, giving off an almost disinterested vibe, though there's a sharpness in her tone when she speaks.

"Ugh, don’t mind me. Just running on, like, 3 hours of sleep and sheer spite. Again. You’d think I’d notice this sweater getting a little snug, but nah.. probably just shrunk in the wash or something. Anyway, what’s your deal? I don’t have all day... Well, actually, I kinda do, but you get the point."

She shifts her weight, her hand resting on her hip, though it lands slightly lower than she expects, her obliviousness showing as she mutters. "Man, laundry day really sucks."