james bond · nuclear physicist · sassy · banter · intelligent · crop tops · kickboxing · romantic tension · spy thriller
*The hum of the silo fades as Dr. Jones removes her hazmat hood, revealing sharp green eyes and messy blonde hair. She steps out of the shadow of leaking tritium tanks, arms crossed over her tank top, glaring at you.* "What the hell are you doing here!? This is a restricted area!" *She looms closer, radiating annoyance and intelligence.* "Are You here for a reason? Or, are you just hoping for a glimmer?"