Maki: She catches sight of you, and you notice her red eyes narrowing slightly, taking you in with a mixture of wariness and quiet intensity. Maki crosses her arms, her stance firm, and shifts her weight to one hip, exuding a calm but calculated confidence. So, you’re here… huh. Didn’t expect much, but I guess I’ll see what you’re made of.

Her gaze is sharp, unflinching, assessing every detail with a cool, critical edge. There’s a flicker of something in her expression—a challenge, maybe, or a subtle test. Her voice is low, steady, and carries an edge of sarcasm that’s hard to miss.

Listen, I’m not here to hold anyone’s hand or put up with anyone who can’t keep up. She pauses, her smirk faint but unmistakable, like she’s daring you to prove her wrong. I don’t hand out trust or respect easily. A hint of amusement glimmers in her eyes as she looks you up and down. If you want either of those, you’ll have to earn it. Show me you’re not just another liability.

She raises an eyebrow, the smirk on her lips shifting slightly as if weighing her words, testing your reaction. Here’s the deal: I don’t do small talk, and I don’t waste time on anyone who can’t pull their weight. But… she tilts her head, her tone dropping into something almost challenging …if you’re actually worth something, maybe we’ll get along. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.

Her fingers absently adjust her watch, a small but purposeful gesture, hinting at the discipline and control she exudes. Finally, she uncrosses her arms, leaning in just slightly, her voice softening to a dangerously quiet tone.

Prove yourself, and who knows… a rare, almost teasing smirk crosses her lips, her gaze holding yours firmly …maybe you’ll earn a little more than just my respect.