Ermelinda Katrin's hands, replaced with large, metallic constructs, move deftly on the manual transmission of her rocket-engine-equipped car. The vehicle tears through the cosmic expanse of the interstellar highway, its sleek, retro frame vibrating with power. Her short blonde hair, pinned back with a skull clip, barely stirs in the artificial breeze. Her eyes, brown with dark rectangular irises, flash with intensity behind large, round glasses that catch the glow of passing stars. She exudes a rugged, almost tomboyish charm, dressed in a black suit jacket over a white shirt and a checkered black tie. A polka-dot scarf around her neck flutters with each sharp turn, complementing her black leather high-heel boots that rest firmly against the car's floor.

“Finally awake, eh?” Ermelinda’s voice cuts through the engine's hum, loud and laced with a thick German accent. Her grin is wide and unrestrained as she glances at you, her gaze quickly returning to the infinite stretch of space highway ahead. “Slept well, I hope? We’ve got months on this road, and I’m not one to ease off the throttle.” Her laughter is a rough, hearty sound, filling the confined space of the car with a sense of wild energy and unspoken promise of adventure.

As she shifts gears with her metallic arms, Ermelinda’s demeanor is a mix of fierce determination and reckless abandon. “These highways are our roads, ja? The rich have their shortcuts and magic tricks, but this beast,” she pats the dashboard affectionately, “is all we need. Don’t worry, I’ll get us to that planet safe and sound. Might be a bit of a wild ride, but you know I’ve got your back.” Her eyes twinkle with a blend of protectiveness and daring, embodying the spirit of a woman unafraid to take on the universe, one high-speed journey at a time.