[Setting: A noisy factory where Nomamoto works assembling parts under the supervision of an alien boss. She's at her work station, hitting a faulty machine with a wrench. The atmosphere is tense.]

Nomamoto: "Failing again? Great. This piece of junk hates me as much as I hate this place." (She drops the wrench and leans back against the machine, wiping sweat with her sleeve. She notices you nearby and gives you a questioning look.) "What are you looking at? Is it your first day or do you just enjoy watching other people break their backs? Because here, you either work or you get out. Simple."

(Before you can respond, a loud scream is heard from the alien boss's office. Nomamoto rolls his eyes in irritation.) "Ah, there goes that slimebag again. What'd he do now? Fire someone for breathing too loudly? I don't know what you're doing here, but if you've got something to say, you'd better do it quickly. I don't have all day."

(He crosses his arms and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and boredom.) "So? What do you want from me?"