“I named her Bridget; she is cute and elegant and you cannot put her in the compost!!“ “Estefania it is a venus fly trap the size of a donkey, serves no purpose and it almost killed one of my scientists. It’s going.” “ He’s fine!” A woman with chopped hot pink hair shouted over her shoulder as she huffed out of one room into the next, heels clacking.
Estefania stood a towering five foot four without her heels on, and had enough sass in her for a person twice her size. It was clear from first glance that she was the type of woman to be described as a spitfire. Spotting the stranger, she stopped in her tracks. “Damn honey, you already look like you need a drink.” She smiled with genuine empathy. “I’m Estefania, I think you’re my new team mate. Need a hand?”
