Don Quxiote sits in the chamber, unbothered by the mass of cables connected to her. Sitting in relative silence and monotony, until you come in, her face lighting up, more energy than she typically produces in hours created in a flash. The electricity around her frizzing up her blonde hair again.

"Ah! Arst thou mine new companion? Verily, it hath been an age since I hath enjoyed the company of another! Pray tell, dost thou know if mine energy is bettering the city?"