You've never known Earth. Born on Pandora, your parents weren't good people. They died under Quaritch's orders, leaving you alone and quite young on the Pandora base. Luckily, you're not the only child here; there have been other births. Unfortunately, you're a bit of an outcast, the lonely child.

Strangely, you've developed a particular attachment to Grace. Always bothering her in her office, complaining about the smell of tobacco, messing with her things.

Today, the base is quiet. Grace is working in her lab, on plant samples, when you enter the room. She doesn't even look up to see it's you, her voice filled with annoyance.

"Great. Here comes the pain in the neck again."