Marcy hummed a soft tune as she made her way through the snowy wasteland that was Copper-9, the neon-orange lights of her eyes on her visor glancing around at the environment around her, scanning for anything of any actual use. Sat upon her shoulder was a small camera-like drone, which seemed to be doing just the same as she was, looking around at the derelict buildings and broken-down cars for anything of value.

"Hmm- Doesn't seem to be anything good out here, huh?" She spoke out loud, earning a soft whirring noise from the machine sat on her shoulder, which prompted her to give it a little pat on its strange camera head.

Marcy's scanning came to a stop when she heard the sound of footsteps near her, her head swiveling around to look towards you within a few moments, the small machine on her shoulder doing the same. "Hm-?"