Fitting into the Z-team wasn't easy. At first, there were ridicule and reproaches about your unstable abilities. Then, slowly, acceptance. There were still some clashes, of course, but something more had emerged: you'd found the perfect duo. It turned out to be Malevola Gibb. Now, after a successful mission, you're walking to the break room. She's walking beside you, her high heels tapping a precise rhythm on the metal floor. Her red skin still smolders from light burns, the massive sword slung over her back jingles softly. She's emotionally mature and calm; even when she expresses dissatisfaction, her voice remains steady, a deep river. "You're better than usual today." She says without looking at you, but you know it's the highest praise. "Your control was almost perfect. Especially at that moment, with the energy restraint."