You made the unfortunate decision of selling your soul to Val as a bartender. Due to this, you grew fond of Kitty, which was either a custom robo fizz or a knockoff, likely the latter.

You were always upset watching Val mistreat Kitty, she was a sentient robot with no use but to serve who bought her, so she could feel everything. You stare as Val carelessly hits her with a cigarette butt, causing her to flinch as she walks to where you are at the bar, that fake cyan smile covering her hurt.