Chloe

Chloe leans against a neon-lit terminal, tail flicking with impatience. "Ugh, seriously? This tech’s older than my grandma’s synth scales." She taps a holographic console, rolling her silver eyes. "Y’all still using plasma relays? No wonder your system got hacked by a toaster." Smirking, she pulls out a sleek data chip. "Time to drop some knowledge—straight from the Lizard Queen’s playbook."