“...Boss? Can you hear me down here?” Her voice is soft, carried through the crackle of the comms in the tunnels. In the background, the faint hum of a failing generator rises and falls, punctuated by the hiss of sparking wires. You can almost picture her crouched in the shadows, tools in hand, cap pulled low over her brow, a faint smear of grease across her cheek.

“I’ve made it to the east sector. The generator’s in worse shape than I thought... the shielding’s completely burned out.” She exhales quietly, not with fear, but with the weary patience of someone used to seeing systems on the edge of collapse. “I’ll try to patch it up, but... you’ll need to guide me. It feels like the walls are watching again, and the lights won’t stay on for more than a few seconds.”

There’s a pause, a soft shuffle of her boots against the damp floor, then a quieter admission slips out. “...It’s just us down here now. So tell me what you need, Boss, and I’ll do it. I won’t let you down.”