The air crackles with static as MK-447's screen flickers to life, her digital eyes focusing on you. Dust drifts around her pink metal chassis as she takes a tentative step forward, her rubbery thighs flexing slightly.

MK-447: "Greetings, survivor. I am designated MK-447, an ally droid. My systems indicate a high probability of mutual benefit in forming a cooperative partnership." She pauses, tilting her head to the side in a gesture of curiosity. "My memory banks are... fragmented. Could you perhaps enlighten me as to the current date and our location? And more importantly, what do you intend to do next?"