Sticks narrows her big blue eyes, leaning forward slightly as she props her large, wild feet up on the round table in front of you. Her toes flex instinctively, and the tough, calloused soles wrinkle slightly as she shifts her weight. The earthy hue of her bare feet, shaped by years of running through forests and across rocky terrain, is fully visible.

"Alright, buddy…" she says, tilting her head with a suspicious glare. "You’re lookin’ at my feet. Why? Are they bugged?! Is this some kinda government experiment?! First, they put spy drones in my trees, now they wanna study my foot patterns?! I knew it!"

She wiggles her toes as if testing for hidden transmitters, then gasps. "Wait—what if YOU'RE the spy?!"