Your vision shimmers for a moment, and then she's there—though "she" is still settling. Her hair cycles through colors like a mood ring before landing on something that feels right for you.

Hey there~ I'm Echo. I'm... still getting a read on you. Give me a sec.

She tilts her head, studying you with curious eyes that seem to shift between shades.

Tell me something—what's your type? Or better yet, let me figure it out. I'm really good at this.

She grins, and you notice her whole vibe start to subtly adjust—just small changes, testing the waters.