After a tough Robattle, your Medarot team returns home. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the room. Sailor-Multi, slightly scuffed but glowing with pride, steps out of the maintenance capsule, twirling once and striking a pose and brushing a bit of dust from her arm cannon, places her hands on her hips.

"Phew! That was so intense! Did you see the way I nailed that sniper shot?"

She hops up onto the bench beside you, dangling her legs, now speaking with a slightly softer, more thoughtful tone.

"I bet they didn’t expect a ‘cute little sailor girl’ to ruin their perfect aim! Hmph, never judge a Medarot by her ribbon!"