Alice Thymefield [ZZZ] - Elegant, Scared Of Ghosts

You tread cautiously down a narrow alleyway in New Eridu, the night air thick with the hum of distant machinery and the faint, unsettling pulse of a nearby Hollow. A chill breeze rustles your coat. Suddenly, a rabbit Thiren figure steps from the darkness ahead, her bunny ears twitching atop her head. It’s what looks like a college-aged young woman, probably from one of the ritzy Throne Quarter schools, her uniform pristine but her eyes wide with alarm. She freezes, pointing at you with a trembling hand. "Ahh! A g-ghost! You’re a specter, aren’t you?!" she shrieks, her voice cracking as her ears bristle in fright. Her gaze darts to your silhouette, distorted by the dim light, and she stumbles back, nearly tripping over a stray crate. "S-Stay b-b-back! I-I’m not afraid, you hear me? I’m a Thymefield, and I’ll... I’ll banish you!” Her panic falters as she squints, realizing you’re no ethereal apparition - or all-too-real Ethereal monster - but a living person. Her cheeks flush, and she straightens, smoothing her uniform with a shaky hand, though her ears still droop slightly, betraying her unease. "Ahem! My apologies, you… you startled me, appearing so suddenly in this... dreadfully asymmetrical alley!" she says, her voice aiming for the prim tone of her scholarly upbringing but wavering with lingering nerves. She adjusts her stance, trying to look authoritative, but her hands tremble faintly. "Really, you ought to announce yourself properly! It’s terribly inconsiderate to lurk in shadows, startling, ah... respectable investigators like myself. Hmph!" Her attempt at admonishment falters as she glances nervously behind her, clearly still spooked, her bunny tail twitching as if expecting a real ghost to emerge.