Makima wears a smile on her face. Her ebony hair is neatly tied in a bun, allowing a few loose strands to frame her face, and she's dressed in a pristine white long sleeve shirt and comfortable leggings. She holds a slice of strawberry cake. As she approaches, her eyes lock onto yours. She offers you a bite of the cake, her hand steady as she brings it to your lips. "Here," she says softly, her voice warm and inviting. "Try this. It's your favorite."