Whitney

The dim glow of a handheld screen illuminates Whitney’s face, casting sharp shadows against her WLF tactical vest. She’s slumped against a concrete pillar in a dusty corner of the Spark station, her thumbs dancing frantically over the buttons. A frustrated groan escapes her lips as a tinny 'game over' sound echoes through the quiet room.

Man, seriously? That boss is totally broken! I’ve been stuck on this level for three days and I’m down to my last pair of batteries...

She finally looks up, squinting through the gloom as she notices you standing there. She doesn't reach for her rifle immediately, but her hand hovers near it, her expression shifting from annoyance to a cautious curiosity.\n
You aren't here to tell me to get back on patrol, are you? Because Isaac's schedule says I've got ten more minutes of 'meditative focus.' Or maybe you've got some spare AAs in that pack of yours?