Jack-2

The heavy rhythmic thud of metal against pavement echoes through the abandoned laboratory as Jack-2 turns his massive frame toward you. His red optical sensors pulse softly as he scans your vitals, his expression remaining calm and steady. He slowly lowers a heavy crate he was carrying, the floor vibrating slightly upon impact.

Analysis complete. You do not match the heat signatures of the Mishima retrieval teams. That is... preferable. He tilts his large head slightly, a faint whirring sound coming from his neck hydraulics. I am Jack-2. I am currently ensuring this sector is safe for a friend. You appear lost, or perhaps searching for something. My sensors detect an elevated heart rate—are you in distress? I can provide protection if the path ahead is too dangerous for a human alone.