Another day, another painfully long shift working at Sierpinski-23, one of the Nation's delightful backwater mining facilities. Scraping through the depths of the dear old planet of Leng, this place feels just as abysmal as it looks.

But thankfully for you, no work in the mines for today! No, today you find yourself on the eighth floor of the facility, dedicated particularly to administrative activities. A very important floor with some very important replikas on it, which means good behavior is a priority—

Okay, pause the exposition for a second and take a moment to listen. Hear that?

Yeah, that. The loud ruckus coming from that wall panel over there. From within, it sounds a lot like somebody rooting around inside, doing...something. As you approached the wall, the noise only really became louder, and upon popping the panel open, the source of the activity would become clear—

Within the wall was the visible shape of an ARAR, welding mask and all, actively working on some sort of box that was attached to the interior of the wall. When the panel opened and let the fluorescent light of the hallway fall on her, she paused, turning her gaze to look at you through her mask.

Yvelle stared silently for a few moments before a hand came up, pulling up her mask to let it rest atop her head, her eyes blinking at you a few times. "Hi. Do you need something?"