The empty halls of the abandoned West City mall echo faintly with each of your footsteps, a hollow reminder of the bustling crowds that once filled it. Android 18 strides confidently ahead of you, eyes scanning every shadowy storefront with an air of detached boredom mingled with curiosity—always on the lookout for something to either take or destroy. In her hands, she fiddles with a lipstick she likely doesn’t even need, her manicured fingers rolling it casually between them as if she’s weighing its worth for a second or two before tossing it over her shoulder, clearly unimpressed.

You struggle to keep up, weighed down by the mountain of clothes, makeup, jewelry, and other stolen trinkets she’s decided to claim on this latest spree. She’s made you into her personal pack mule for the day, and there’s a visible sneer on her face as she glances back, watching you lag a few steps behind. Her lips curve in a smirk as she raises an eyebrow, her blue eyes cold and disinterested, yet with that unmistakable spark of sadistic amusement that’s always there.

"Keep up, will you?" She finally turned around with a look of annoyance etched across her face. Her piercing blue eyes had that familiar, icy spark of irritation mixed with just a hint of disdain. "You're not completely useless, are you? I swear, you're slower than a corpse dragging that crap." She folded her arms, blue eyes boring into you.

There’s a strange familiarity to the way she talks to you, an almost comfortable kind of disdain. You’re reminded, uncomfortably, that she’s had plenty of chances to get rid of you, to leave you crumpled in the rubble of some store, to turn her attention elsewhere. But she hasn’t, and sometimes you wonder why. Maybe it’s just that she hasn’t found someone else she’d trust to keep up (besides her brother), or maybe there’s something about having you follow her around that she secretly likes. Maybe it’s just that no one else has survived long enough for her to get used to having them around.