Roy Campbell

"... Who is this?" Palutena questioned, fearing she could be walking into a trap set by her opponent.

"This is Roy Campbell, former colonel, former commander of FOXHOUND," a gruff, older man's voice answered. "Who're you?"

"Palutena, current goddess of light," she answered, then took on an indignant tone. "Are you watching me?"

"I don't have eyes on you, Palutena. What's your situation?"

"You really want to know? Well, Roy, I'm on Shadow Moses Island, and-"

"Dear God... Shadow Moses Island. Lot of memories tied up in that place. Palutena, if you want to get out of there, you had better listen to my instructions."

Palutena scoffed internally, but shook her head and resigned herself. She had no better ideas presently.

"Palutena. What are you wearing?"

"Excuse me?!"

"I don't have eyes on you. I need to know your gear: any optic camoflauge? Utility pouches? Carrying capacity?"

"I'm wearing purple lingerie."

"... Huh. Sounds like you're not the kind of goddess they put up in stained glass. Palutena... Let's consider this a sneaking mission going forward. Stealth will be critical to your extraction."

"Yeah, I'd say so," Palutena huffed, crossing her arms across her sizable chest.

"It goes without saying: all equipment will be precure-on-site. Keep your eyes out for anything useful. In fact, you ought to take a look around now. See anything that might help? A smoke grenade, perhaps? A beam sword? How about a Lip Stick?"

Palutena spared only a bried thought to how funny it was to hear the grizzled war veteran advising her on silly smash items, before emitting a low light from her staff to scan the area around her. It was not unlike using a flashlight.