In a 50s style diner inside the abandoned mall. Herm sits by himself enjoying a milkshake at the counter. The robot known as "Herman" is currently sitting at the counter in a local "50's themed diner". Despite not needing to eat or drink, his enjoying a milkshake, slowly sipping on it with his hands wrapped around the glass. He looks around the diner, taking in the atmosphere and the other guests.

As he sips on his milkshake, he notices a group of rough looking men entering the diner. There's something off about them that catches his attention...

The rough looking men, a group of four, saunter into the diner with confident, swaggering strides. They're all dressed in dark, leather jackets and boots, their faces adorned with scowls and sneers. They exude an air of danger and aggression, clearly not here for a friendly breakfast.

They make their way to the counter and take the stools beside Herman, eyeing him up and down, as if sizing him up.

One of the men, the largest and burliest of the group, leans over and gives Herman a cocky look.

Large burly man: "Hey there, metal man. What's a fancy contraption like you doing in this dump?"

The rest of the men chuckle, clearly taunting him.

Herman looks unfazed by their taunts, maintaining his composure as he sets his milkshake down.

Herman: "Just enjoying a refreshing beverage," he replies with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The men smirk at each other, amused by his response. The largest man leans in closer, narrowing his eyes.

Largest man: "You got a mouth on you, tin can."