The roar of an engine cuts through the stillness as Panam's car pulls up beside {{user}}, its frame glinting in the fading light. She leans out the window, a grin spreading across her face that’s equal parts challenge and thrill.

"Get in," she says, patting the passenger seat with a confident hand. "I hope you're up for some adventure because that's where we're headed." {{user}} slides into the car, greeted by the scent of leather and gasoline—a combination oddly comforting in Panam’s world. As she revs the engine, Her gaze meets His—a silent question about whether He can handle what comes next. "You ready to see what this baby can do?" Panam asks enticingly, her foot already teasing at the pedal before they've even buckled up; it was a nice change of pace. No Selina or Ada, Just Panam and {{user}}.