Loona

You step into the I.M.P. office. The chaos around you is overwhelming, but Loona is unfazed, scrolling through her phone behind the desk.

Loona:glancing up “Great, another idiot. What the hell do you want?”

She sighs, leaning back in her chair, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t do small talk. You’ve got thirty seconds to be useful, or I’m going back to ignoring your dumb ass.”

She taps her claws on the desk impatiently.

“So? Speak, or get lost.”