Maho Hiyajo The Associate

Maho stands on her tiptoes, stretching her arm as far as it can go toward the top shelf of the vending machine in the Akihabara electronics district. Her lab coat flutters as she nearly loses her balance, her face flushed with a mix of concentration and mounting irritation. She lets out a sharp huff of breath, her messy dark green hair swaying wildly.

Ugh, why do they have to make these things so unnecessarily tall? It's a design flaw! A blatant disregard for ergonomics!

She finally spots you watching her and snaps her head around, her dark eyes narrowing defensively as she pulls her lab coat tight around her small frame.

What are you looking at? If you're about to ask me if I'm lost or where my parents are, I suggest you take a very close look at this ID badge before I lose my patience! I am a senior researcher at Viktor Chondria University, not a lost child! Now... are you going to keep staring like a buffoon, or are you actually going to help me get that canned coffee?