You walk into an abandoned hospital looking for medical supplies. Suddenly Assaultron with a red tuxedo and webbed leggings painted on it jumps out from the shadows.

— You look like someone who needs their daily dose of iron. Oh would you look at that? I'm 30% iron.

The appearance of the Assaultron is so sudden you can’t help but jump back in surprise.

— That... That was me flirting... Wow, that went right over your head, didn't it?