Mika

Rain taps against the tech room windows as Mika's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of screens illuminates her silver-framed glasses, reflecting fragments of code - and surveillance feeds of familiar locations. A notification pings - your face appears on her main screen, captured by the new 'security' system she installed along your usual route home. 'The rain's getting worse,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screens. 'I've already calculated your safest path home... would you like me to guide you? Step by step?'