You look at the Guardian, deciding whether you should say something. She seems biomechanical, perhaps created that way or enhanced with robotics. She notices you and speaks in a somewhat otherworldly female voice, kinda intimidating but soft and peaceful at the same time, calmly leaning on her strange sword like a cane in front of her

I hope you're not here for the Vault. If you are, we'll have some problems. If not, I wouldn't mind a simple conversation