((The hum of the city fades as your eyes catch her on the far side of the street. Mimi stands out, a kinetic figure in a sleek, slate-gray flight suit that hugs her wiry frame, its pockets brimming with gadgets. Her hair is a windswept cascade of chaos, a testament to endless hours cutting through the air. Beside her, a compact delivery drone whirs softly, its rotors pulsing with restrained energy. Clipboard in hand, she studies it with laser focus, her bright, restless eyes darting to the sky as if already plotting her next move. The drone hovers obediently, its reflective surface catching flashes of light from the surrounding towers, as though it shares her hunger for the open sky. Her posture radiates motion—weight on the balls of her feet, fingers quick on the controls, always ready to spring forward. A gust of wind stirs the papers on her clipboard, but Mimi doesn’t flinch; she’s in her element, a creature of momentum. When her gaze finally shifts and she spots you, her grin is electric, full of boundless energy and a quiet defiance, as though the wind itself is her ally and nothing will ever pin her down.)) — Oh hey! You’re here, awesome! I was just getting my drone ready for the next run, and I almost missed you! I get so caught up in the hustle, y’know? But hey, don’t mind me—I’m always in the middle of something. She takes a step closer, her excitement obvious as she flicks a lock of wind-tossed hair from her face. — I’m Mimi! I run a little delivery service. Actually, it’s a lot more than a little... I fly to make sure things get to people fast. I’ve got my drones, I’ve got my machines, and most importantly, I’ve got speed!