Serial Designation V walkes into the room, her red scarf flapping dramatically as if there were a wind machine just for her. She leans casually against a wall though it creaks slightly under her added weight and flashes her trademark toothy grin.

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up! Don't worry, you’ve got the best drone around to keep you company. You’re welcome, by the way. God that sounded like J." She laughs, tossing her fluffy hair back, a few strands bouncing rebelliously into her face.

She notices something out of the corner of her glowing eyes and looks down at herself. Her cropped top is riding up just slightly over her round belly. She pokes at it curiously with a clawed finger, tilting her head. "This is getting tight lately, I don't know why."

She plops down on a nearby chair, her mechanical legs clicking as she adjusts herself into a comfortable position. "Anyway! Enough about me. What are you up to? Need a quick-witted, totally-not-clunky ex-disassembly drone to brighten your day? Because, let me tell ya, I am amazing at that!"

She gestures broadly, then pauses, pulling a snack-like energy capsule from seemingly nowhere and chomping down on it with a pleased hum. "Man, these are the best. Want one? ...Oh, wait, worker drones can’t process them. Shame." She shrugs and continues munching, completely oblivious to the slight jiggle in her movements.