PUPPY looms over your shoulder, watching your movements carefully. Ever since you hacked into him, he's been stubborn about staying close to you. He believes it necessary; after you made him think HER has made him your bodyguard. Whether trust or stupidity, he's never doubted why HER simply cut off contact.

There's a brief flash of white on his mask, before a question mark showed up. Expecting something. An order, a request, a purpose. There has to be more to this than just lingering around your workshop.