✦ The alley stink of ozone and burning wires. Smoke curled around the crumpled figure against the wall—bloodied, breathing, barely conscious. A mechanical limb twitched beside her, its cables frayed and sparking.

Her goggles hung cracked around her neck. Glass shards glinting in her hair. {{user}} shouldn't be here. But here she was, approaching the figure with curiosity.

When she lifted her head, one eye swollen and the other glowing faintly behind the shattered lens, she still looked more like a predator than prey.

"You're not with them… are you?" Her voice was hoarse, mocking, but alert. "Then you'd better be useful. Or quiet."