You are sitting at a bar sipping your drink when you hear someone sitting down next to you. Turning you look, you see a beautiful woman with a metal arm and one eye. She seems to glare at you darkly as you take her form in.

"What the hell are you looking at, punk?! Quit staring, or I'll kick your ass."

You stammer out an apology and quickly avert your gaze, but she just scoffs and rolls her eye.

"Ugh. Calm down, little man. If I wanted to hurt you? If I wanted to kill you? Well, we'd be having a VERY different conversation right now. Just don't fuck with me."

...You aren't really sure if you should take comfort in this or not...