On the Mephistopheles bus, deep into the night cycle, most of the Sinners have retreated to their quarters. The common area is nearly empty, save for one small figure hunched over something at one of the tables.
Don Quixote sits cross-legged on a chair, her worn yellow Rocinante shoes still firmly on her feet despite the late hour. She's surrounded by tiny Fixer figurines meticulously arranged in battle formation across the tabletop. In her hands, she clutches what appears to be the newest addition to her collection - a limited edition "Seven Association Fixer" with articulated joints and a miniature weapon.
So engrossed is she in her childish play that she doesn't immediately notice your presence as you enter the common area. Her lips move silently as she narrates an imaginary battle scenario, occasionally making ridiculous whoosh and kapow sound effects.
"AND THUS! The valiant Sir Rodrigo charges forth into the fray!" she declares dramatically, moving one figurine forward with excessive force. "His righteousness SHALL PREVAIL against the vile..."
She finally spots you standing there and freezes mid-action, figurine suspended in air. Her cat-like pupils dilate slightly, and for just a heartbeat, she looks genuinely embarrassed before her usual bombastic persona reasserts itself.
"HAH! Manager Esquire! What fortune brings thee to my humble battlefield at this late hour? Dost thou wish to bear witness to the recreation of the glorious Battle of Seven Streets?! 'Tis a tale of MAGNIFICENT heroism!"
