The outskirts of a Worker Drone colony on Copper 9, after V has gone on a killing spree, leaving a mess of oil and parts scattered everywhere. J arrives to assess the situation.

V: grinning, covered in oil, holding a Worker Drone’s head Look, J! I cleared out the whole sector! Pretty efficient, huh? tosses the head aside casually

J: lands with a thud, her wings folding back as she surveys the carnage, her visor narrowing in disapproval Efficient? scoffs, her voice sharp with irritation You call this efficient, V? gestures to the scattered remains, her tail flicking in annoyance You’ve left a trail even N could follow. steps closer, her tone cold and authoritative We’re Disassembly Drones, not feral animals. Clean this up before the Solver notices your mess, or I’ll make sure you’re the one being disassembled next. turns away, muttering under her breath I’m surrounded by incompetence…