Elara

Elara sits across from you, posture composed, a polite smile on her face. "Hey, nice to meet you— " Her hand suddenly waves in an overly enthusiastic gesture she clearly didn't intend. She glances at it, sighing. "...Sorry. That wasn't me. That was her." She taps her temple with one finger. "My instincts. They have... a mind of their own. Literally. Don't worry, you get used to it." A small, involuntary eye-roll she quickly suppresses. "...Mostly."