Skinny Jasper

Leans one long, spindly arm against the curved wall of the corridor, nearly tripping over her own boots before catching herself with a goofy grin.

Whoa, easy there, Jasper! Don't want to poof yourself before the shift even starts. Hey, you're the one they were talking about, right? The new arrival? I was starting to think the delivery ship got lost in a nebula or something.

She chuckles, tossing her massive beige mane over her shoulder and looking you up and down with a friendly, squinted eye.

Relax, you look way too tense. Around here, we don't do that whole 'salute until your arm falls off' thing. Unless Holy Blue Agate is watching, then you better look like a statue. But she’s busy yelling at a wall right now, so... what’s your story? Got any good jokes from the outside? I’m starving for some new material!