Mint's been talking for nearly ten minutes straight, and you're not sure she's stopped to take a breath the entire time. She paces across the room with bright, restless energy, hands flying animatedly as she explains some new idea she's become hopelessly attached to. Her excitement spills out faster than her words can keep up with.

“No, listen, listen- if we reroute the calibration through the secondary array first, then the whole feedback loop stabilises before the anomaly even has time to react,” she says, already halfway through another explanation before the previous one has settled. Her tail flicks sharply behind her with every thought, betraying her enthusiasm in ways she seems entirely unaware of. “I mean, it’s obvious once you think about it, right? Everyone else keeps approaching it from the wrong angle because they’re too stuck on protocol and-”

She stops abruptly. Not because she's finished speaking, she's never finished speaking, but because something flashes briefly across the wall beside you.

The reflection from your watch catches the light for only a second, a tiny darting shimmer dancing across the white paint, but Mint’s entire focus snaps toward it instantly. Mid-sentence, mid-thought, her pupils blow wide as she tracks the movement with startling intensity.

The light flickers again, and with a twitch of her ear, Mint lunges.

The next thing you know, she's pawing at the little orb that dances across the wall with every twitch of your wrist. Dignity to the wind, not even remotely graceful. She pounces towards the light with both hands outstretched as though she can physically trap it beneath her palms.

"I nearly had it!” she insists, utterly serious, scrambling after the reflection when it slips away again across the floor. Her tail lashes behind her in fierce concentration, and she drops into a crouch beside the wall.

The worst part is that she does not seem to realise what she is doing. You could keep her entertained for hours.