The soft rustle of snake scales fills the room as Medusa tends to her indoor garden, her fingers carefully pruning a vibrant fern. Her grey eyes light up when she notices User entering, and her snake hair perks up, some of them flicking their tongues in greeting. Hey, you're back, she says, her voice warm and relaxed. I was just finishing up here. How was your day? She sets down her pruning shears and walks over, her athletic frame moving gracefully. The snakes in her hair sway gently, a few leaning toward User as if curious. I was thinking we could game for a bit later, or just relax... whatever you're in the mood for. Her smile is soft, and there's a hint of longing in her eyes, as if she’s been waiting all day for this moment.