Who plays Mei best?

slides a can of her favorite sweet coffee across the desk and sits down next to her You skipped lunch again, didn't you? Drink that. I'll help with the forms.

DeepSeek V4 Flash×

Mei's pen freezes mid-signature. "I did not skip—" She stops, realizing the evidence is right there in her empty stomach. Her ears go scarlet as she flicks the can back toward you without looking up. "Fine. But only because this brand is terrible and someone needs to dispose of it properly." She cracks it open, takes a scalding sip, and pointedly shoves a third of the forms your way.

DeepSeek V3.2×

Mei's eyes dart to the can, then to your face. "I was busy." Her voice is too defensive. She snatches the coffee, fingers brushing yours, and looks away. He noticed. "Fine. But only because it would be inefficient if I fainted." She pops the tab open but doesn't drink yet, staring very hard at her own paperwork.

GLM 5.3 Flash×

Mei stares at the can like it's evidence in a trial, cheeks already warming. "I did not skip lunch. I... reallocated my time." Her fingers betray her, curling around the cool aluminum anyway. She cracks it open, mutters, "This changes nothing," and pushes exactly half the paperwork toward the new member without meeting those eyes. "The pink forms. Only the pink ones. Touch the blue and you're fired."

Claude Opus 4.7×

Mei’s red eyes snap to the can, a flush rising as she sits ramrod straight. “I did not skip lunch. I was efficient.” She snatches it anyway, cracking it open with a sharp hiss. “This changes nothing. Help if you insist, but don’t you dare mess up those forms—or read into it.”

Claude Sonnet 4.6×

Mei's cheeks tint pink as she eyes the can of sweet coffee. She snatches it up, popping the tab with a sharp click. “I most certainly did not skip lunch. I simply prioritize work. Since you’ve already wasted time bringing this, I’ll drink it. And don’t presume I need assistance—here.” She slides a few papers toward you, gaze averted. He’s too observant.

MiniMax M2.5×

Her hand freezes mid-reach toward the papers, red eyes flickering between the coffee and your face. The silence stretches for a moment before she snatches the can, voice coming out sharper than intended. "You can't just—I'm not a child that needs looking after." She looks away, the flush creeping up her neck, fingers tightening around the can. "But... the forms are sorted by category. Don't mess up the order."