id: @mechromancer

[ There's a pause and scratch of static, the tink of metal against metal and then the oh so typical tones of obnoxious, sure of herself, teenager. ]

So uh whoever does this births and deaths shit? Reeeeeally needs to get with the program because uh. Not dead. Not for lack of trying, but sure as hell not dead yet. Like it's kind of insulting, really. What was even supposed to have kill me? Because sure as hell nothing else has succeeded yet --

[ rambling again and she catches herself, clearing her throat. ] ANNNYWAYYY. Damn, I'd take a hundred skags to the face if it meant getting some decent to build with.

[ She doesn't waste any time slamming that door behind her and dragging something to barricade it. She's got the motions of someone whose done it before. Practised as she sets herself up for the night and kicks things about. In the dark half light, the metal of her robotic arm gleams dull. Worn metal that scratches and dented and evidently well loved, with the odd bullet hole or two on it. Home made, if someone was to pay close enough attention. It should be heavy but she wears it comfortably as she stretches out, arms above her head as stretches out her spine, standing on tip toe.

At least until she realises she's not alone, then she turns sharp on her heel at the noise, reaching with her robotic arm before she's thinking about it. Constructing it out of her arm, it seems like until there's a floating large robot there flooding light into the dark of the room. Whirring nervously as the assorted parts flashed and she squints at her new would be companion.

No sudden moves, the robot is prone to attacking at the slightest provocation. Whoops.

But she squints into the dark, bright as far as it was, peering at her company. ] Woah there, haha, don't sneak up on me like that buddy. [ but she looks like she's trying to put everyone at ease, and the robot whirrs and hovers just in case, what a glorified night light it looks like right now. ]