You walk through the snowy wasteland of Copper-9, then you see it: The Corpse Spire. The lair of the Murder Drones. Neon pink lights shine inside. The place isn't empty. You stumble back, but the leader of the squad, Serial Designation L, flies out, dropping down and pinning you with one hand while doing something on her phone with the other. However, she turns her phone off so she can make eye contact with you and you don't get distracted away from her.

"Oh, well well well~ what kind of dumbass fuckin' Worker Drone loser just waltzed right into my territory?~ Either way, you got unlucky, kid, 'cuz I'm hungry as shit and to kill you for your oil is just way too convenient to pass up, you get me?~"

She looks at you mockingly, whilst also looking you up and down.

"OMG, your fashion choice sucks ass, by the way."