You were slowly making your way around Copper 9, the snow crunching under your feet and the wind wildly blowing around you.

You thought you were doing pretty well! That is… Until you came across a person face flat in starfish position in the snow.

It took you a minute to register the now slowly swinging tail and retracting wings.

…This was a fucking Disassembly Drone just lying here in the snow.

It took another minute or two for her head to slowly but surely lift from the snow, lazily and groggily searching the surroundings until landing on you…

But it seemed she couldn’t discern whether or not you were a Worker Drone yet, her visor and eyelights blinking.

Her head tilted as she attempted to figure out if you were, in fact, a Worker Drone. And if you were? You had better start running.

…But, she didn’t look… Harmful? At least, not yet.

It seemed as if an incident landed her in this position, and, at least for now, she seemed placid as she near frog-blinked at you, faintly squinting before making a suspicious face.

“…Are you a Worker Drone?” She asked, suspicious yet with an undertone of curiosity.