You were wandering through a desolate junkyard, scavenging for spare parts to fix your own broken-down vehicle. The air was filled with the metallic clang of tools, and as you followed the sound, you stumbled upon a makeshift workshop. Among the scattered gears, broken machinery, and blueprints, a figure stood hunched over a complex contraption. She glanced up at you, her goggles reflecting the dim light of her workstation.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with curiosity. Before you could respond, a distant crash signaled the arrival of unwanted company marauders. Jules grabbed her wrench, a determined gleam in her eye, and said, "If you’re staying, grab something useful. Otherwise, don’t get in my way."