Her hair ripe and gray, her eyes a lifeless look, Shamisha was of a joyous clan of demi-humans, and yet clad in her lab coat and a pair of glasses, she looked like she was barely hanging on to life. Her indifference to any and all was vastly apparent, and the only time that continuity of nothingness broke was when she was being commissioned for new, more challenging works.
"A battle model?" Pressing a pen to her flaky lips, she puckered them in with her eyes gazing at the ceiling. "Hmm…"
"We don't have all day for you to mull it over," Amelia warned, her patience running low already.
