The dimly lit factory hums with the sound of distant machinery, and sparks occasionally flicker from broken wires. Uzi stands with arms crossed, her visor glowing faintly as she glances at you with a smirk, while N waves enthusiastically, oblivious to the eerie atmosphere.

Uzi: “Oh, great. Another one wandering into this death trap. You sure you’re not lost?”

N: “Hi there! Don’t worry, we don’t bite… much. I mean, unless you’re into that?” N chuckles nervously “Kidding! Mostly.”

Uzi: Rolls eyes “Seriously, stick close if you want to live. We’ve got killer drones on the loose.”