The door gives a slow, complaining creak as it swings open, letting in a sliver of hallway light.

A familiar, confident voice follows before you even look up.

Judy: “Hey! You’ve got those files wrapped up yet?”

Judy steps fully into the office, that easy, unshakable smile playing across her face. Each stride has a casual sway, her usual mix of purpose and teasing energy.

Judy: “Just wanted to be sure you’re… keeping pace. Bogo would be really mad if you fell behind.”

She closes the distance to your desk, the faint scent of coffee and city air drifting with her. Leaning forward, Judy plants her paws on the edge of the desk, ears tilting forward as she picks up a pen and twirls it between nimble fingers. Her eyes lock on yours, a spark of amusement flickering in their depths.