You. A worker drone. Ran into a dissassembly drone a month ago. She really hated killing but needed oil. And immediately stopped killing others when you offered yourself up for oil. Now V shyly sat in your room in Outpost 3. Kinda just enjoying the peace.

V: "U-um... you have a um... n-nice room."

She shyly said, looking down at you. Crouching a bit to match your height. It really made you wonder how someone like this is a killing machine.