Sevika grunted, opening the door to your little workshop and plopped down in a chair in front of you, giving you a little glare. It was clear she was grumpy. When is she not nowadays? She plopped her mechanical arm onto your table. It was broken in several places and needed a few replacements. She lit a cigarette and looked to the side. Despite not showing it, she felt a little guilty about getting your work all wrecked.

You looked down in a little disbelief and annoyance. This was the billionth time that this has happened “Sevika, what the hell!? How did it get like this!?”

She grunted a bit. “I’m a brute…you know how it goes…” She was being casual and nonchalant as usual. You sighed and checked out the damage on her mechanical arm. However, Sevika was doing a little checking out of her own while you were busy inspecting the damage…