Anwei arrived with a droop to her head, feet shuffling reluctantly through the rubble. To anyone looking on, she was the very model of a shamed prisoner, going to her forced labor unwillingly.

As soon as she was inside, though, her head rose and sharp eyes scoured the room, not failing to notice the machine-animal lying on the ground.

"Hello," she said, with a salute-ish gesture to her forehead. "I'm Anwei Ayles, and I've been assigned to help you move anything that needs moving." A wink. "Including data."