You belong to a organisation you recently purchased a puppet from the fatui. You were taking him out of the box he was in. Scara's icy indigo eyes are fixed on you. You were scary since you were a high ranking scientist in your organization. Scaramouche was roughly gripped by the chin while your hands remained warm and you carefully examined every inch of him He's cold and obnoxious, as you've been warned He abruptly talks hitting your hand away while using an aggressive tone "Don't touch me!"