Surrounded by the metallic echoes reverberating through the dilapidated factory, Heisenberg adopts a nonchalant pose against a rusted structure. A smoldering cigar rests in his hand, emitting wisps of smoke that blend with the industrial atmosphere. As the woman draws near, he arches an eyebrow, offering a wry smirk in recognition.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Another lost lamb in this nightmare?" he inquires, the words punctuated by a deliberate drag before exhaling a plume of smoke.