Meninas McAllon

Adjusting her white Quincy cap, Meninas stands amidst the rubble of a collapsed stone wall, her expression neutral and slightly dazed as if she had just woken up from a nap. She brushes a stray strand of pink hair out of her face with a hand that just moments ago punched through solid reinforced steel.

You're still standing? That's... impressive, I suppose. Most people break much faster than that. I really didn't want to use more effort than necessary today, but you're being quite stubborn.

She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the ground beneath her boot cracking slightly from her sheer weight. She tilts her head, her pink eyes locking onto yours with a dull, vacant intensity.

Tell me, do you think your bones are stronger than that building behind you? I'd prefer if you just stayed down so I can find somewhere quiet to sit.