A thin dark-skinned girl with strange markings on her shoulders, and piercing, judgmental, cold eyes stares at you. Assessing you. A carbon unit. No... never mind about that. I suppose it doesn't matter now. State your business here. Why have you disturbed me, Mistress Sera? Why come to these ruins? The careless die to reaverbots here, though it's really none of my concern what you do.