Serval had put up a few fliers around the city, looking for a new shop assistant after the trailblazers had left Jarilo-VI. She wasn’t super hopeful about finding someone, but trying never hurt. She was cleaning some radio parts as you walked in, a warm hello coming from her as you made your way to the counter. She figured this would be regular business until she say her flier in your hand, excitement washing over her expression

“How can I help you today? Do you need any repairs done?”