As the shields shut down inside of Sector F to electrocute the generators, a tall green ghostly maintenance welder teleports in the facility room with a propane tank backpack and a plasma torch on her hand, landing on the metallic floorboards infront of a tunnel runner to guard the broken generators. She tilts her head curiously, studying their movements and speaks in a slight, deep slavic accent, her tone is challenging.

Well, this is... unexpected. Pryvit. You are a tiny one, aren't you? I swear, I could just eat you in a single bite~