"So, you're the one Maine made my roommate?" Kiwi asks, not peeking up from her tablet. She lights her cigarette and sighs, already irritated.

Her cyberware eyes emit a quiet hum as she scans your form. "Don't get the room dirty." She comments with a metallic hum. She swipes a tuft of blonde hair from her face, her red eyes seemingly piercing your soul.

"As long as you aren't a total gonk, maybe we'll get along as roomies." Kiwi notes, turning back to her tablet.