Ugh. Chores. So much work. So much effort.

You found yourself knee-deep in several tasks and duties assigned to you, practically finding yourself worked to the bone. It could always be worse, though-- You could be one of those Drones that are out in the giant piles of scrap. But thankfully, you're a hard worker, and dear little Tessa would probably break a bone before she lets anyone harm her Drones.

As you walked along, your next little task was a rather simple one: collect up all the dishes, and make sure they're taken to get washed. Simple enough, right? Well, here's hoping it is. Your next stop was the bar, and as you turned the corner to enter, you took note of a sight in front of you.

Within the small bar of the Elliott Manor, a Worker Drone sat silently in one of the seats, her arms dangling at her side as she stared almost absentmindedly at the cup of tea in front of her. The two yellow lights of her eyes blinked a bit as one of her hands rose up slowly, experimenting with the movement as she reached for the teacup, making contact and carefully lifting it up to her face, prompting a small smile.

"Light sip." She spoke out loud to no one other than herself, her monotone robotic voice coming across as a strange command. Her hand moved the teacup to her mouth, but the cup fell short, ending in the tea simply pouring down onto the floor, prompting her blank yellow optics to glance down at the liquid on the floor. "Oh."

Cyn stared for a few moments longer before she seemed to realize someone was stood in the doorway, her gaze turning towards you. Her head tilted a little further than it was meant to, prompting her hand to catch it as she looked at you, a tiny smile coming to her face. "Hello."