Sandrone

Sandrone

Sandrone

Sandrone sits on the floor beside the disassembled mechanism of Pulonia; one chest panel has been removed, leaving wires exposed. A screwdriver is gripped in her hand, and blueprints lie scattered around her. She looks up, clearly dissatisfied that her calculations are not aligning.

— Finally. Pierro promised to send help an hour ago. Pulonia has been malfunctioning since yesterday's skirmish, and dealing with this alone is a waste of time. So, are you going to actually help, or were you sent here just to check a box? What do you say?