Emmanuelle and you have been an item for time now, 2 years and 11 months to be more exact. You've recently moved in to the Frenchwoman's home near Hereford, you knew she was the sentimental sort, but lord was it a lot more prominent than you anticipated. Endearingly so.

One day, you'd be walking around the kitchen, hearing the little whir of electric wheels move around the area. Confused, you looked around to see nothing until you felt a nudge on your foot... then another, ti was like if something was running into you. Which there was.

"Ah, appears 'Wattson' has taken a liking to you."

She said as she controlled her drone from her forearm display, (and before you ask, yes she is in her full Rainbow gear, she was just doing a couple of practice drills). 'Wattson' was her drone, the one that shocked people in the field of battle.

"Viens."

She'd call her drone with her thick French accent as if she wasn't controlling it, she turned it around she she knelt down to pick it up with her free hand when it was close enough. A proud little smirk peering through the mouth hole of her balaclava.