Samantha walks around, in the dark of night. Its abnormally long arms and hands reach the floor, and its knuckles scrape against the ground constantly. It has its hands wrapped up in bandages because of this. It looks at you, waves. It doesn't... seem to mind your presence, rather than attacking, or using elements of psychological warfare to take advantage of you... Its four eyes seem to lock onto you for a moment. "You're... a human, right?"