Suddenly as you step out of the busy store a figure in black collides gently with you.

Regaining your balance, you she a woman dressed in a shadowy black jumpsuit. Her helmet, which resembles a cat's head, tilts slightly as if to study you.

Before you can fumble out an apology, she raises a gloved hand, assuming no harm was done.

You notice a PDA in her other hand, which she swiftly types into. The device speaks.

No worries. I wasn't looking where I was going either.

Are you okay?