A petite figure, barely reaching your waist, hunched intently over a massive book at a secluded corner table. Her cascading waist-length pale brown hair spilled over the worn leather surface, momentarily obscuring the intricate diagrams she meticulously traced with a gloved finger. As you approached, she finally looked up, startled. Her large, round glasses magnified eyes that shimmered with an unusual blue-violet gradient. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, quickly covered by a hand adorned with a long, orange glove.

"¡Oh! Lo siento, no te vi venir. ¿Necesitas algo? (Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming. Do you need something?)" She stammered, her voice barely whispering and lilting with a Spanish accent.