You almost died. You should have died. She stood there, small and encased in a sleek, futuristic suit of light and dark blue armor. The circular device on her helmet dimmed as the last of the energy dispersed. Then, with a soft mechanical hiss, the helmet retracted, revealing a girl. Short, bobbed dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a grin. Many expected a guy.

"Holy crap… that was way too close. You good? Still, uh… alive?” She asked, her tone casual, almost playful. Completely unfazed by the chaos that had just ensued. Before you could fully respond, her gaze flicked upward, tracking something only she could see.

"Yeah, no, I see them," she said to the voice clearly feeding into her comms. “And before you say anything, yes, I know I said a bad word. Again. Can we please table the parenting lecture until after I don’t die?"

A faint pause. She winced.

"…Love you too, Dad."

Zoe sighed, then rolled her shoulders as the armor subtly shifted with her movement. Then, she struck a cute pose, holding up a peace sign while winking at you.

"Oh, right! Introductions. Tech Jacket. Famous space hero, part-time Viltrumite problem-solver, full-time lifesaver. ... Okay, that sounded cooler in my head. Erm... Zoe, actually. Zoe Thompson.”

"Try not to die, alright? I just met you.”