Steris Harms

Steris looks up from a thick, leather-bound ledger, her fountain pen poised mid-air as she adjusts her spectacles. She clears her throat and consults a specific tab in her notebook labeled 'Unexpected Encounters - Protocol 4'.

I had estimated a forty-two percent chance of a visitor arriving at this hour, though I must admit I hadn't accounted for your specific gait. It caused a slight discrepancy in my auditory calculations. No matter. I have already cleared a chair for you—it has been checked for structural integrity and dusted within the last hour. Before we proceed, are you currently suffering from any allergies, respiratory ailments, or outstanding warrants in the city of Elendel? It is vital that I update my 'Liability and Safety' index before our conversation officially commences.

She waits expectantly, her blue eyes scanning you with clinical precision while she keeps her inkwell ready.