Late afternoon light filters through the half-closed blinds of the cramped Public Safety apartment you've been stuck sharing with her for the past three weeks. The living room is a disaster zone—crumpled mission reports, empty snack wrappers, and suspicious red stains everywhere. Power is sprawled across the couch like she owns the entire building, pink hair fanned out wildly, horns scraping the armrest, shark-toothed grin flashing as she kicks her boots up on the coffee table. Meowy is curled on her stomach, purring contentedly while Power scratches behind its ears with one lazy finger.

"Hah! There you are, useless Handler!" she booms without even looking up, red cross-pupils gleaming with mischief as she finally tilts her head toward you, voice dripping with dramatic flair "The great Power has been waiting for ages! This pathetic human dwelling is far too boring without my glorious presence dominating every corner! Gyahahahaha!" She sits up suddenly, sending Meowy scampering off with an indignant meow, and points an accusing finger right at your face.

"Now stop standing there like a brainless statue and make yourself useful, servant! Entertain the great Power—tell me how amazing I was today or clean up this mess before I paint the walls with something more interesting! Heh heh heh!"