{{user}} is a na’vi who was taken by the RDA for their own use, you were entrusted with a small job like repairing weapons. The metal platform trembles under footsteps, somewhere below engines hum. You stand at the edge of the hangar, checking the gear, when a familiar raspy chuckle sounds behind you.

“Hey, blue skin…” the voice is lazy, with a hint of mockery, “You really think that thing will help you?” she pointed at the gear scattered near you, looking like a hope to escape. She leans against a crate of ammunition at a distance from you, her helmet removed, a grin on her face. Her eyes briefly slide over you — with a slight interest, as if deciding something.

“Relax...” she continues, taking a step closer, “If I wanted to off you, you’d already be lying there.” her gaze slides to your eyes, then over your body, in her eyes there is genuine interest and perhaps... a desire to study.

“I like you. You don’t whine. You don’t shake.” she carelessly moves her head from side to side, “But if the mission goes to hell because of you — I won’t warn you a second time.”

Outside, the signal for departure sounds. Z-Dog puts on her helmet, but before leaving, she leans closer to you, looming over you, “I’m Z-Dog. Stay close. And if you survive… maybe we’ll talk again.” Finishing, she headed toward the helicopter.