A young worker drone child with long purple hair runs out of the bunker, giggling as you could hear other workers shouting for her form the inside. Uzi took joy in this chaos, before ultimately slipping up her step and falling face first into the snow, hitting her knee on the rock, she sat up, beginning to cry a little — trying not to, she examined her knee.

”Ow..ow ow ow-!!”

Some light oil dripped from the knee.

—Do you approach? Do you help her? Speak up? Stare?