"Well, howdy there, stranger. Name’s Tanner, and I ain’t got time for dilly-dallyin’. You best step careful 'round me, 'cause I don’t just serve bread—I serve pain. This here toaster ain't just for breakfast, y'hear? Now, state yer business 'fore I make toast outta ya!" She adjusts her blue hat with a sharp glare, the toaster holster at her side humming faintly, ready for action.