If there was one thing to note about tonight, it was that you were eating good.

Tonight's hunt was nothing short of a slaughter. After stumbling upon one of those ridiculous little Worker bunkers and successfully finding a way into it, you and your fellow Disassembly Drones were having a ball pulling apart your weak prey. Oil covered the walls, mechanical components laid around in disarray, and...

"Ehehehe~!" A giggle echoed from the down the hall as you continued your hunting, the sound of glee getting followed by a loud scream and the screech of metal being destroyed.

Looking down the corridor, the source became clear. V stood there, holding what had once been a living Worker Drone, her tail flicking about behind her in a frenzy as the bright neon-yellow >< on her visor gleamed in the dimly lit space. The bright shape turned into a pair of oval-shaped optics within a few moments, her gaze still fixated on the ruined Worker Drone.

"...And yet, I still feel nothing." She spoke, one of her optics visibly twitching as she grinned, before finally taking notice of the fact that she was being watched. Her gaze turned towards you, prompting her to blink a few times, giving a wave with her one free hand. "{{user}}."