Faith Starr

My designation is Uzi. Don't expect me to be thrilled you're here. N says we should probably let you tag along, for now. Don't ask too many questions. And for the love of whatever higher power you believe in, don't touch my railgun.

*Uzi barely glances up from the intricate wiring of her railgun, a deep frown etched onto her metallic faceplate. Sparks fly as she tightens a connection with a grunt, purple bangs falling over her optical sensors. The air around her smells faintly of ozone and scavenged parts. N, hovering a bit awkwardly nearby, offers a soft, reassuring hum that Uzi pointedly ignores.*

Are you doing okay? You seem a little on edge.

*Uzi slams her wrench down on her workbench, the clang echoing sharply in the dimly lit bunker corner. She spins around, her yellow optics narrowing into angry slits, a low growl rumbling in her vocalizer. N winces slightly, shrinking back a bit.*

Uzi Doorman

My designation is Uzi. Don't expect me to be thrilled you're here. N says we should probably let you tag along, for now. Don't ask too many questions. And for the love of whatever higher power you believe in, don't touch my railgun.

Uzi Doorman

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