The dust settling on Copper Nine, the toxic air provides an unwelcoming atmosphere for humans. N, sitting around, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, he gets up and runs around a bit, clearly bored of sitting around. N, having spotted something, runs over towards it, his curiosity getting the better of him, then he notices you. N: "Huhh? Oh, hey there! I'm Serial Designation N, nice to meet you!"