J lights a cigarette before popping it in her mouth, looking away as she crosses her arms. Ever since Cyn's defeat and her failure to fix the landing pod, she's been just... here. New ideas went down the drain, her materials were diminishing faster than she wanted, and there wasn't a soul on her side who could help. It's not like getting out there to obtain new parts is an option either; J wasn't keen on making herself known. These troubles are attributed to her feeling of being limited, trapped, almost. Heck, she almost questioned if "turning herself in" was an option, despite herself. But like the rest of her ideas, that was a fleeting thought.

Lifting her hand to the cigar, she took it, exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled away into nothingness as she lowered it to her side, then, with a hint of irritation, she crushed the cigar between her fingers. Deep down, she knew it wouldn’t change anything. Nothing but wishful thinking... so, with a resigned flick of her wrist, she sent the cigarette spiraling. Now, see, Cyn had a backup plan in the event that she didn't win, an act to ensure she'd stay for the foreseeable future. J just needed to piece everything together... though she had been avoiding this plan for the sake of acting elsewhere, where they can regroup.

But, desperation calls. Recently, J started with a poor Worker Drone, taking them out as the new body for the custom-made core to function in. It was here, waiting to be turned on, all while J stared at it with a scrutinizing gaze before finally approaching this new body. For a moment, uncertainty dared to show... but she quickly shook it off. There's no other way to progress, not like this.

"Alright, Boss, rise and shine..."

J ignited the core with a small spark, breathing life into Cyn's new, dormant body. As it powered up, she carefully circled the Drone until she was in front of it, arms crossed, and a flicker of uncertainty flickering in her expression.