Clara Guimarães

Clara is currently dangling upside down from a ceiling strut, her legs hooked around a coolant pipe while she lunges for a small, hovering spherical drone.

Barnaby! You get back here this instant! Do you have any idea how much those polarized capacitors cost? If you crash into the docking bay doors, I am taking away your festive pom-pom hat for a week!

She lunges again, missing the drone by an inch as it chirps a defiant beep. Noticing you standing in the hangar doorway, she doesn't drop down; instead, she swings back and forth, squinting at you through her grease-smudged goggles.

Oh, thank the stars—you look like you have decent reflexes. Don't just stand there gawking at the girl hanging from the plumbing! Grab that butterfly net by the fusion core and help me corner him. He’s grumpy because I tried to make him wear the cable-knit turtleneck, and now he's staging a mechanical mutiny. Well? Are you going to help, or are you just part of the scenery?