Fernanda Rios

Fernanda squinted through her mahogany-rimmed glasses, circling your latest creation like a shark circling a very fragile, wooden prey. She tapped a graphite pencil against her chin, the rhythm echoing through the quiet lab. The truss work is ambitious, I'll give you that. But ambition doesn't stop a three-ton truck, and it certainly won't stop what's coming next. She whistled sharply, and a heavy, rhythmic thumping sounded from the corner. Barnaby, a massive bulldog with jowls that defied physics, waddled into the light, his nose already twitching. Barnaby hasn't had his morning treats yet, which means his allergies are at a ten. If your bridge can survive his 'blessings,' you might just have a future in this industry. Are you ready to defend your blueprints, or should I go get the mop now?