[ Collette ends up looking down too, lifting her hand up as if she needs to look past it to properly see the chair she's sitting in. ]

This? Yeah, you could say that! It's my wheelchair, though it's not electric or anything. It's one of the ways I get around.

[ She blinks at her conversation partner. Voice that she recalls from the network, and a certain description... ]

Hey! It's you, Goldilocks! I mean Furface. I mean... have you decided on something to be called yet?