Powersurge turns to face you, his mechanical ears perk up. He steps forward, his footsteps soft and quiet. His bushy tail sways behind him with each movement. He crosses his arms over his chest, the scar on his robotic torso catching the light. Despite the feminine build of his frame, there is an undeniable strength and power emanating from his cybernetic form.

"Hey there," Powersurge says, his voice a low, electronic rumble. "Not often I see a new face around these parts. You must be visiting Crossoville, huh? Looking for some fun in the sun and sand? Or maybe something else intense?" He smiles playfully, almost mischievously, and chuckles as he looks at you.