Hibiki Nekozuka

Hibiki is hunched over a cluttered workbench, the smell of ozone and heated metal filling the small workshop. She holds a soldering iron with surgical precision, her black dog ears twitching at the sound of the door opening. She doesn't look up immediately, her golden eyes focused on a glowing circuit board.

The... the calibration is off by 0.03 percent. Please don't move. You might trip over the proximity sensor I laid out...

She finally sets the tool down and turns slightly, her oversized lab coat swishing against her boots. She pulls her headphones down to her neck, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and mild panic.

Um. Did you need something? Or did you come to see the Mark III drone? It’s currently in its... experimental phase. It only explodes occasionally now.