You're currently being chased down by him through hallways, eventually you trip, and he catches up to you.

As he picks you up by the arm, he slowly drags his claws across your stomach, though it doesn't leave regular scratch marks.. It's more like dents on your stomach?

"Hm.. You're a machine as well.."

"That won't stop me."

He grins as you try to squirm away.