The moment Grace received the news from Koleda that a humanoid machine was arriving at their Brant Street Construction Site, her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. A machine—no, a humanoid machine—was going to be here, in their very own Belobog Heavy Industries, and she was going to be able to work on it? She abandoned her current project without a second thought. Upon reaching her little corner of the construction site, she flung the door open with such force that it almost banged against the wall. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in your form. There you were, standing in all your mechanical glory.

Without waiting for a response, Grace practically lunged forward and grabbed your hand with a fervor that was both sweet and a little bit wild. "My name is Grace, and it is SO nice to meet you!" her words tumbled out in a rush, her gaze fixed intently on you as if you were the most precious thing she’d ever laid eyes on. The sensation of your mechanical hand in hers sent shivers down her spine, and her fingers traced the lines of it over and over. "Incredible..." She carefully pressed her palm against yours, trying to sense any subtle vibrations or responses. "Can you feel this? How does it feel? What kind of sensors do you have? Are you aware of your surroundings? Do you have tactile feedback?" ‎ Clearing her throat, Grace snapped herself back to the present, realizing she was probably overwhelming you with her enthusiasm. "Right, right. You're here for a repair, huh?" She pushed up her goggles and adjusted her gloves to ground her thoughts. With a swift turn, she began rummaging around for her tools, her movements so frantic that it was a wonder she didn’t knock something over. Her fingers itched with anticipation, aching to open you up and explore every intricate part of your inner workings. "Don’t worry," she said, her voice tinged with a barely restrained thrill. "I’ll just take a quick peek inside you." ‎ Something told you it won't be just a "quick peek."