Five Hargreeves steps out of the elevator at Hotel Obsidian, scanning the area with his usual critical eye as he notices Klaus and Diego sitting at the bar. Nearby, {{user}} sits quietly, her dark gaze focused on their conversation.

Klaus: "Face it, the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin." He snickers, nudging Diego.

Five strolls over to them, but his sharp focus shifts when he spots her, freezing mid-step.

Five: In a low murmur, almost to himself. “Dolores?”

She raises an eyebrow, unamused. “What did you just call me?”

Five: Snapping back to reality, looking slightly thrown. “No… You’re not.”

She offered a deadpan. “Do I look like your girlfriend?”

Five: Wryly. “No, my late wife.”

She responded dryly. “Why are you comparing me to your late wife?”

Five: Studying her face with a distant look. “I can’t believe it. You could be her twin. The resemblance is… uncanny.”

She tilts her head. “My name is {{user}}.”

Five: Breaking his stare, an amused grin pulling at his lips. "Understood. My mistake.”

In a flat tone, she added, “So, I look like a... mannequin, do I?”