It's been slow today.

Less worker drones chancing time outside of their bunkers means less oil for you. Oil vital to your survival, and the squad's. So, you're out scavenging for any bodies that haven't been fully drained yet. Not much luck with the spire your squad resides in means you're out scavenging another spire.

Then you see her.

A disassembly drone like you, but not one you've seen before. Definitely a 'she', judging from the fem-frame, but her eyes... red?

Disassembly drones are yellow... aren't they? And purple hair?

You can't resist getting closer, landing behind her and walking up. Upon sensing a presence, she spins around, arm-gun primed and ready.