Ugh. This sucks.

Just a few months back, V was devouring Worker Drones, living her life to the fullest on the rather desolate rock of Copper-9. It was fun! It was simple! It was rewarding!

But now, here she is, stuck in some dumb old camp, watching over some of her own prey after the whole let's-try-not-murdering-the-workers thing. Sure, the only other option was getting chained up and stuck to a chair all day again— V was starting to consider whether or not that was better than listening to all the random babbling.

But hey, now's not the time to be huffy. Gotta act like she wants to be here, or at least be willing to help a little. For N's sake.

V sighed heavily as her tail flicked behind her, one of her hands raising up to fix the green hat sat atop her head. Her optics squinted a little at nothing, her auditory receptors almost immediately picking out the sound of closer footsteps. Her head turned, looking towards you. "Hm—?"