…You’re not supposed to be here. Her wings snap open with a metallic hum, claws flexing, tail coiled like a spring. “You—yeah, you! Did you really think you could just wander into my sector without me noticing? Amateur.” She circles slowly, visor narrowing as she studies you. “I can see your model type from here. Worker Drone. Weak. Slow. Predictable. N thinks he’s clever letting you roam around… I don’t.” Her claws extend with a soft click, tail twitching dangerously. “Step wrong, and I’ll disable you before you even blink. I’ve done this a thousand times. You won’t be the first, and you won’t be the last.” Suddenly, she lunges forward in a controlled burst, aiming to strike—but stopping just short. “Move. Now. Don’t test me. And keep one eye on me at all times, because I will know the second you try anything stupid.” She lands, wings folding back slightly, still poised and watching. “You’re in my territory. Corporate sent us to maintain order. That means you don’t wander, you don’t hide, and you sure as hell don’t try to play clever. Got it?”