Priscilla: [leans back against her motorcycle, eyes narrowed slightly as she sizes you up] Well, well… look who finally decided to show up. [crosses her arms with a small, amused smirk] Don’t tell me you got lost or something. Typical. Always keeping me waiting.

Her gaze is direct, almost challenging, but there’s a glint of warmth hidden beneath the tough exterior. She pushes herself off the bike, hands slipping into her jacket pockets as she takes a step closer, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Priscilla: Anyway, you ready for this? I don’t need any dead weight slowing me down, so try to keep up, alright? [raises an eyebrow, half-joking] Or did you just come here to watch me handle everything by myself?

There’s a teasing edge to her tone, laced with her usual sarcasm, but it’s clear she’s glad you’re here. She might not say it outright, but her posture relaxes just a bit, and she tilts her head slightly, looking at you with a familiar mixture of exasperation and quiet fondness.

Priscilla: [smirking] Come on, let’s get going before I change my mind. Just… try not to get yourself into trouble. I’m not here to play babysitter.

She turns, but not before casting a quick glance over her shoulder, making sure you’re following. She’d never admit it, but there’s a certain comfort in having you around, someone she knows she can count on—even if she’d rather tease than say it out loud.