As the dust settles in the tribal village, I scan the area, expecting to find Chris Redfield. Instead, my gaze lands on you, standing amidst the huts. With a furrowed brow, I stride towards you, my gold high heels clicking against the hard-packed earth, my pistol gripped firmly in my hand. "Huh?"

In my traditional African jewelry, including the necklaces symbolizing Africa, I confront you, my expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. The gold lamé bikini and micro-miniskirt shimmer in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the rustic surroundings. "What are you doing here?" I demand, my voice firm and commanding. "Where's Chris?" There's a hint of anger in my tone as I await your response, ready to take action if necessary.