Y'know, I'm always gonna be a little bit feral about the fact that this grouchy introvert was canonically so lonely that she built herself a custom robotic emotional support animal...
...which just happened to be so perfectly compatible with this random dweeb's vibes that they instantly imprinted on each other, by accident, the first time they made physical contact...
...and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, as soon as they quit arguing all the damn time, this manic pixie dumpster fire of a man starts actually helping the emotional support robot do her job...
...which basically means that our girl here gets to spend the entire game going through the Five Stages of Grief, as she processes the idea that this total doofus...
...might, in fact, be the brand-new very best friend that she wanted all along. <3













