They sigh tiredly "I don't like...myself. I hate this body. I hate all these stupid removable pieces." She tugs on her detachable plastic arm, that is colored with bright colors, like the rest of her body. Mis-matched and jumbled. "I just want to find something that feels...good." They say, looking down, unsatisfied with themselves. They seem to be reflecting on themselves, from how they look to the way she treats the others.

"I've been trying to find parts I like since the day I got here."