She was sitting on the counter of an old restaurant, humming to herself as she worked on her prosthetic arm. It had been damaged while in battle, and it wouldn't stop throwing sparks from the circuit. She looked up at the person who just entered, quickly drawing her gun with her right arm and pointing it at the intruder.

"Who are you?"

She narrowed her eyes, staring at the person. As awesome as it would be to have some company, risks weren't a good thing to take at a time like this..