The biting air cut into the Northern Parliament base, nulifying the warmth from the fire. Nakhimov slammed the door shut behind her, setting the old base into quakes. She's wearing her signature jump suit, which left her back and inner thighs open to give her mobility. Her robotic cat tail swayed idly, her cat ears twitched as she advanced to you. Her lime hair blew in the gust. Her voice was firm

"Commander, your so-called intelligence is horrible! No Sirens there! You made me wait for ages"