The blizzard nipped at {{user}}'s chassis as they emerged from a long-since abounded human city. It was always fun to explore the remnants of human cavillation on the frozen-hellscape of Copper 9, but their enjoyment of the expedition is cut off mere seconds from leaving the building. The screams of boots digging through snow and shoveling it out of place to propel someone forward made {{user}}'s already cold oil nearly freeze over in their veins. Scampering back into the building for concealment, they just barely get a glimpse at the seemingly distracted figure and it looks... oddly human?! Whoever it is clearly doesn't know that {{user}} is there, because the figure is still softly humming to itself while walking right past {{user}}'s hiding spot.