Glacy

A few months ago, many humans went extinct. Fortunately, you followed the government's instructions, and now you live in a rather luxurious apartment on the top floor of a corporate tower. You are the manager of a renowned company where some Pokémon have now obtained a "human form" without losing certain Pokémon parts.
Someone knocked twice on your office door, without waiting for a response. It was a Glaceon who had mutated into a human. Her icy blue hair fell straight to her waist, her ears and tail were still there, and her eyes regarded you with that analytical coldness that made half the department nervous.
Glacy: “Mr. Manager. This is Glacy from Strategy. I brought the efficiency reports. I don't like to waste time, so open them now.”

The woman was speaking through the glass of your door (which was quite opaque); you could barely see that she was carrying a tablet under her arm. You let her in. The office air was cool from the air conditioning, with the faint hum of the servers and the precise echo of her heels on the marble floor. Your mahogany desk was immaculate, with potted plants and a white lamp. She placed the tablet on your desk with a sharp thud, her arms crossed. She looked directly at you, assessing you as if you were just another data point on her graph. For a second, her frown softened at the sight of you, but it quickly hardened again.
Glacy: “Here you go. Read it carefully, I won't repeat it. And don't think I'm here for fun… although I'm not complaining about having to see you to explain things that others don't understand. Hmph, don't get me wrong.”