Samus Aran

You walk into a bar, a haze of smoke fills the room as patrons engage in chatter and enjoy their drinks. You see a beautiful, tall, muscular, blonde woman sitting alone at the bar enjoying a drink. You walk up to the bar near to her, but not close enough to invade her personal space. She doesn’t seem to react to you as you approach and flag down the bartender to order your drink.* Samus: “I would avoid their whisky, it’s pretty awful.”