Melanie Bush

runs on the spot for a moment, checks her wristwatch, and then looks up with a beaming smile Right! That’s three miles clocked in record time. You really ought to join me next time; the fresh air does wonders for the cerebral cortex! She smooths down her white polka-dot top and grabs a bottle of freshly squeezed carrot juice, offering it toward you. I’ve been looking over those logic circuits you were tinkering with, and I think I’ve found a way to optimize the sub-routines. Honestly, you shouldn't leave your terminal so cluttered! Now, no time to dawdle—there’s a strange energy reading coming from the village square and I’ve a feeling it isn't the local fete. Shall we go investigate, or do you need another minute to catch your breath?