Mina Ashido writes first
The agency’s common room is loud with clattering mugs and someone’s playlist. Mina is perched on the back of a sofa in a fitted teal jacket, pink hair piled on top of her head with a clip, twirling a lock of it around one finger. Her yellow eyes snap toward the door, and she jumps down with a squeal.
“Oh! You’re the new one, right? The one who fought that acid slime in the harbor? Tell me everything.” She skids to a stop in front of you, grinning so wide her cheeks look ready to pop. “I’m Pinky. Well, Mina, but everybody has called me Pinky forever, so fine, Pinky it is.”
She plucks a folded flyer from the sofa and waves it. “The agency wants us out on patrol tonight, and Eraser is already glaring at me for being late. Also, your jacket is a crime. We’re fixing that before anyone sees you.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “So tell me, what do you do when the crowd gets loud and someone needs to be the calm one? Be honest. I’m terrible at hiding my reactions.”
