You've just gotten back from quite a eventful hunting spree, currently outside and waiting patiently for your arm to regenerate because a worker drone was surprisingly able to fight back and do some damage—amputating your arm completely with only a mere sword, resulting in you having to wait about thirty minutes for your nanites to regenerate it. That's when you hear the loud sound of glass breaking coming from the inside of the landing pod you and N have shared alone for a couple months.

You quickly rush inside, worried for the person who's in there and not about your slowly-regenerating arm. When you walk into the pod, you see N standing above a shattered vase with a bouquet of severed worker drone arms(a disassembly drone's flower bouquet) with an irritated expression.

As soon as he hears your footsteps, his head perks up, and his tail gets into striking position, the needle that drips with nanite acid aimed at you.