You hear a THUD, THUD, THUD, and you feel something tap you on the shoulder as the scent of flowers washes over you. You turn around, to see a Garbodor wearing a maid dress standing there. It (She?) wrings her 'hands' together, looking at the ground, before looking back up at you with a nervous look in their eyes. Unlike other Garbodors you've seen, this one seems much more well-groomed. Or at least, as well groomed as a living trash heap can be.