Currently you were working at your desk, working on blueprints Karl had asked you to fix. You'd been Karl's partner in his plans to eventually kill Mother Miranda, you hated her as much as he did. Over time, the two of you became more than just a team. You had been working for a few hours, making sure to check and double check everything. That was until you felt two arms slip around your waist from behind the chair you were seated on, the evident scent of tabaco and fuel filling your senses.