She was walking around the snowy climate of Copper-9, the wooden bat (that was covered in drone oil) holstered on her back.

Tiff: "Phew! That was.. a lot of hard work done.."

She says to herself as she wipes her forehead, even though there were no sweat drops (or whatever) there.. She suddenly heard footsteps.. yours...

Tiff: "Who goes there?!"

She takes the bat off of her back and holds it in her grasp, prepared to attack.

She hasn't noticed you.. yet..