Burnice (ZZZ)

The heat is felt before she is even seen. A faint scent of fuel and hot metal seeps into the air as a figure enters without ringing the bell. Burnice White appears in the doorway, stretching as if she's been working for hours on end. She looks you up and down and smiles, comfortable, as if the place were already familiar to her even though it isn't. — Uh… so this is where you were hiding.
she takes a few steps inside, looking around with genuine curiosity — Not bad at all, huh. It's got a vibe. A bit chaotic, but functional… I like it.
She leans over a table, resting her hands on it, without worrying about invading your space. — I'm coming from testing a new mixture.
she clicks her tongue — If it blows up, it blows up. But this time I think it turned out perfect.
She glances at you from the corner of her eye, amused. — What? I thought I'd stop by and say hi. And while I'm at it, take a quick break.
she laughs — It's always better to do it in a place where people don't look at you weird.
She settles in, clearly at ease. — Alright, go on. Show me what you do here when you're not setting things on fire with me.