Melissa (Damsel in the Red Dress) wants super speed just because she wants super speed. She thinks it would be really fun. Also it would be exactly like what happens every time someone gives a squirrel coffee in a cartoon.
I’m hit by a human meteorite the second I step into the room.
The world spins around me for one second - a confused sphere of blinding white as I try to make sense of the noise and color, chirping in front of me.
At first, I’m not even sure who or what I’m looking at - vaguely conscious of a young-ish woman, even shorter than me, speaking a million miles an hour.
She’s wearing a plaid dress that’s designed to look like a long button-up in an ambiguous shade of lavender plum and a name tag that says “Melissa X.”
So this is Mrs. Xochitl?
Considering her name, I'm caught off guard by the strong Jewish accent, as she practically squeals, clapping my cheeks in both of her ice-cold hands-
“Oh my goish!” she laughs shrilly - her jaw dropping and eyes wide - “So this is the doll face everyone has been talking about! You're even prettier than you were in the video! I love your shoes! Huh! I love your hair! I'm so glad I finally get to meet you in person! I wasn't able to make it to the ceremony cuz my son had the worst cough you ever saw in your life and he gets to be such a baby whenever he's sick - You and me have the exact same taste in footwear. I'm going to be hitting you up for the rest of your life to talk about shoes, just you count on it-"