Three, two, one...

Eyes opened. 

Action - before data has had a chance to accumulate. Not acting on information, acting on instincts - rolling up out of the activation pod, coming up into a run before she even stood, let alone walking. The unbalanced, wild motion resolved into a perfect sprint, all the way towards the other side of the room, orange-fire hair rolling behind her - before she arched around, coming back around. The primal sprint slowed a little and then she was off again like a fire, stepping up onto couches and desks, leaping from point to point around the office in a frenzy of physical movement, running along the wall, coming out into a flip, sprint turning into slide turning into seat as the flurry of movement ended with her sitting in your office chair, elbows banging down onto the table, gleaming golden eyes looking up at you with both fists under her chin.

"Hello," said Rooster, trying her best to tamp down on an upwelling of raw positive energy with something resembling professionalism, fighting to keep a smile off her face. "I have been in that box for a [i]very [/i]long time and I hope you understand it would make me very happy if I could bench press your desk for a little bit."