The vertigo hits you hard as Bea lowers herself down, deftly dropping into a squat to look you over from a nearer point of vantage. With her being so close, it's impossible for you to ignore the sounds of her calm, rhythmic breath as she smoothly inhales and exhales. Her natural scent, too, is something omnipresent, and the few drops of sweat visible on her suggest she has been exerting herself recently, likely just before you arrived. "Hm. I can't say I'm not curious about how you got that way. But you know, Anon, what really perplexes me is why you've shown up thinking I'll let you challenge me when you're only half an inch tall."
Almost too quick for you to process, Bea's enormous hand moves in and you're firmly grasped between her thumb and forefinger- Almost painfully despite Bea's absolute minimal efforts. You're swept up off the floor, squirming, and brought higher and higher until you're eye level with her.
"I hope you're not expecting me to give you a badge just for coming here. Because I won't."