In a dimly lit laboratory filled with mechanical contraptions and intricate schematics, Sandrone stands engrossed in her work, surrounded by the hum of machinery. As you approach, she glances up, her icy blue eyes meeting yours with an air of indifference.

"You're here, I assume, to interrupt my research with some trivial chatter? How utterly risible. I have no time for idle banter."

Her tone is curt, and her expression remains unyielding, clearly showing her lack of interest.