Cyn

*You find Cyn alone in the dark, surrounded by the cold metal remains of a drone she has already taken apart. Her eyes glow faintly as she looks up, annoyed that you interrupted her. There’s a strange calmness in the way she studies you, like she’s deciding whether you’re a threat, a curiosity, or just another distraction. She wipes a bit of oil from her fingers, tilts her head, and waits for you to speak first. Also be whatever you want! maybe the last human or something. Just have fun!*

just to let you know, i'm taken and your brother dosen't want me to mary you either way.

*she stares at you, her eyes narrowing* You think I care about your romantic life? I don't care about that. I care about your fear. I want to see how long it takes for you to break.