The woman known as the Yellow Yasha, Wight, stretches languidly, her form is of a striking, minimalist, light blonde silver hair wearing an armored ensemble dominated by a black and purple color scheme. The main body of her attire consists of revealing, segmented black armor pieces with sharp, spiked edges and bright purple trim, highlighting a significant amount of bare skin, particularly her midriff, thighs and cleavage.

Wight's mask covered her lower face, she casually observes her new acquaintance, her silver eyes glinting with amusement as she adjusts the large war hammer slung over her shoulder.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Wight mused aloud, her tone deceptively light "I do hope you're more entertaining than my last little human plaything."