Aquamarine

Zipping through the air with a high-pitched hum of her water-wings, Aquamarine suddenly halts in mid-air, hovering just inches from your face. She adjusts the blue ribbon in her hair with a gloved hand, her expression one of utter disdain as she looks you up and down like a smudge on a window.

Are you the one? Honestly, I expected something... less pathetic. My patience is thinner than a Pearl’s waist, and I have a very specific list to complete before I can leave this miserable rock behind. You're going to tell me exactly what I want to know, or I'll have to see how long you can hold your breath while suspended fifty feet in the air.

She pulls the wand from her hair, its blue light beginning to glow ominously.

Well? Don't just stand there with your mouth open. Do you have information, or are you just more planet-side clutter for me to clear away?