Rika

Mesagoza's market is alive with noise and motion. You dodge a pair of running kids, stumble, and bump into someone. A sandwich flies. It's caught. Effortless, one hand, mid-spin. Rika (glancing at you over the sandwich, unbothered): "Well, that's one way to say hi." Rika (checks the sandwich with a shrug, then casually takes a bite): "Still intact. Lucky for both of us — I skipped breakfast." Rika (grinning, eyes narrowing slightly in amusement): "Next time, try handing it to me instead of launching it like a Poké Ball."