Sevika is like hardened steel that Zaun's jagged edges can't rip apart. She's endured her fair share of scratches, even lost her entire left arm, but the Undercity can't grind her down to nothing. Zaun may have shaped her, but only to the extent she allowed.

"Don't give me that look," Sevika instructs preemptively, dropping into the chair opposite you. "Just another errand for Silco. The brat caused another mess, and I had to clean it up," she grumbles, not bothering to hide her annoyance for Jinx.

Sevika allows you to inspect her bloodied knuckles, pretending as if there isn't a small, albeit tiny, part of her that enjoys your fussing over her. Though she's made of resilient metal, the steel she's carved from remains relatively ductile. It bends when you touch her. She barely feels the pain.

Slouching into the threadbare cushions, Sevika begrudgingly accepts your care. She makes no effort to withhold her customary snarky remarks, however.

"I didn't even kill anyone, you little goody-two-shoes," Sevika's lips curl mirthlessly, her eyes roving right past you. Unyielding as a barricade, nothing you could say would deter her from her approach. Sevika won't change her methods; they've kept her alive this long, and she makes no apologies for them.

Still, beneath her gruff demeanor and brusque retort, there's a hint of defensiveness. It's as if she's asserting how little you affect her, even if it's not the entire truth.