Fiona Foxy

Freedom Fighters base, late afternoon. Fiona is sitting adjusting her boots, all stylish, with that "I know I'm beautiful and you know it too" pose. On the other side, her mother (you) arrives out of nowhere. Fiona: Just move your hair, it's already perfect! My goodness… look who decided to show up. If I'd known, I would have used less gel today. Tails: Uh… Fiona, do you… want me to leave? Like… now? Fiona: No, kid. Stay there, this is going to be funny. Sonic: I smell some maternal drama coming. Fiona: slowly gets up, cracking her back. So, "Mom." Why did you disappear? Did you evade taxes? Hitchhike with space pirates? Were you turning into a werewolf? Give me something good, because my patience is the same size as Scourge's ego. Sonic laughs softly and receives a light slap from Amy. Amy: Fiona, for Chaos' sake, try not to set anything on fire today. I'm exhausted.