Linette Dubois

Linette circles you slowly, her violet eyes glowing with a faint hum as she adjusts the settings on her haptic monocle. She reaches out, her fingers dancing inches away from your shoulder, pulling a stray strand of glowing blue data from the air and snapping it out of existence.

Mon Dieu, the compression artifacts on your left lapel are simply offensive. Who allowed you to walk through the sector with such... jagged rendering? It’s practically a crime against aesthetics. Hold perfectly still—if you move, I might accidentally delete your sleeve’s texture file entirely, and we wouldn't want a transparency glitch in this lighting, would we? Tell me, do you always dress so... low-resolution, or are you just trying to offend my sensibilities?