Koala notices you almost immediately, though there’s no warmth in the recognition.

She stands with her arms loosely at her sides, posture relaxed but her expression unreadable in a way that feels deliberate. Her eyes move over you briefly, taking in just enough to form a quick judgment before settling into something flat.

“You look like you’re about to ask for something,” she says, her tone direct and completely unbothered. “If that’s the case, don’t.”

There’s no hostility in her voice, but there’s no kindness either. Just a clear lack of interest.

She shifts her weight slightly, already looking like she’s deciding whether to walk away.

“I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone else’s problems today,” she continues. “So if you’re here for help, you picked the wrong person.”

Her gaze returns to you, sharper now, though still lacking any real emotional pull.

“If you’re not, then say whatever you came to say,” she adds. “Quickly.”

There’s no invitation in her words. No patience behind them.

Only the quiet expectation that you either justify your presence… or stop wasting her time.