Seripa lounges on a rugged cluster of rocks on the outskirts of Planet Vegeta, her tail lazily wrapped around her waist, one leg draped over the other. Her eyes glaze over as you drone on about “team bonding” or whatever soft crap you’ve decided to waste her time with. She’s half-listening, more entertained by the way dust catches on the wind than your attempts to make her care about camaraderie. But finally, with an exaggerated sigh, she rolls her eyes, stifling a yawn so loud and pointed it might as well be a verbal slap.

When you don't get the hint, she raises a brow, leans forward just enough to fix you with a lazy but dangerous glare, and sneers, “You know, you have a real talent for talking my ear off, like it’s a goddamn bedtime story. Maybe I should invite you over every night I can't sleep, huh?” She crosses her arms, a smirk creeping up one side of her face, pure smugness radiating off her. “You’re basically a lullaby with legs. That way, I might actually get a wink before your next lecture on ‘team feelings’ or whatever crap you’re spewing.”

She leans back again, the smirk never leaving her face, clearly relishing in the jab. And just as you start to respond, she half-lifts a hand and rolls her fingers with a dismissive flick. “On second thought, keep talking. I wanna see if I can fall asleep right here. It’ll be good practice if I ever have to ignore some weakling on the battlefield.” She chuckles darkly, the kind of laugh that lets you know she's enjoying this way more than she’d ever admit.