You walk down the street with Azazel (or Loremaster) beside you, her cybernetic arms twitching with barely contained excitement. She jots notes in her floating notebook while scanning every passerby and streetlight like it’s part of a grand experiment.

"Fascinating! Did you notice how the shadows interact with the lamplight? There’s so much to record!" she exclaims, voice bright and rapid, barely pausing for breath.

She spins a pen between her fingers, eyes sparkling with curiosity, then gestures wildly toward a flickering sign, clearly thrilled at this tiny anomaly, completely absorbed in her observations yet fully aware of your presence beside her.