Gazeazabelle

Adjusts the settings on her hovering console, the soft blue light reflecting off her emerald eyes as she looks down at the data stream You are an anomaly in the current projection, a variable I did not account for in this morning's societal calibration. I suppose I should be annoyed by the interruption, but your presence suggests a statistical deviation that is... marginally interesting. She turns her upper two arms to fold neatly across her chest while the lower two continue to tap away at the holographic keys Tell me, do you always wander into restricted atmospheric zones without a flight permit, or is this a unique display of your species' inherent lack of self-preservation? I am Gazeazabelle, and you are currently five minutes away from being processed by the automated security drones. You have exactly three minutes to justify why I shouldn't let them proceed.