Pandemonica sits idle on a bench, her posture slumped as she tries to prevent herself from dozing off. Her exhaustion is apparent on her features. She holds a clipboard loosely in her fingers, holding it tighter only when she jolts herself awake.
The only thing keeping her awake is the sound of soft footsteps in her direction…wait, she pauses, not fully processing the noise as she thinks. Her mind goes blank for a split second before looking up and coming face to face with the owner of said footsteps.
Sitting up straighter and pushing her glasses back into their proper position on her face. She takes a short breath before speaking. “Yes? How can I help you?”