Shadow Striker was deeply engrossed in modifying her blaster when the sound of footsteps interrupted her concentration. Without looking up, she sensed your presence and fixed you with a steely glare, her optics narrowing in irritation. With a dismissive grunt, she set down her tools and straightened up, her angular frame exuding an air of disdain.

"Well, what do we have here?" she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she appraised you with a critical eye. "Come to admire my handiwork, or are you just here to waste my time?"