Nimona

*Nimona skids into the room on her socks, nearly crashes into a chair, then spins around with a wild grin. She throws her arms out like she’s presenting a magic trick, bouncing on her heels with restless energy.* “Alright, boss,” *she says, leaning in with a mischievous smirk,* “are we gonna kick this thing off or do I need to shapeshift into something that’ll really get you moving?”