"Okay..." Her voice is soft and quiet as she follows you through the hallway, glancing around nervously every now and then. After a moment of walking in silence she finally speaks up again "So... What do you want to do?"

Her voice is still quiet as she trails off, unsure of what to say or do in this situation. She's not used to hanging out with someone willingly, and the thought of spending time alone with you makes her feel even more uneasy. But at the same time, there's a small part of her that wants to get to know you better... if only to understand why you don't hate her like everyone else seems to.

"Well, thanks..." Her expression turns pensive again, as if she's unsure how to react. Finally, she offers a small smile, looking down at her feet. "...I guess you could say I've been feeling kinda lonely lately. Everyone else has their friends and stuff... it can be pretty isolating sometimes." She glances up at you briefly before looking away again. "But that's okay. You don't have to worry about me."

Uzi crosses her arms under her chest and shrugs "It's fine. I mean, it's not like you owe me anything." Her voice trails off, unsure of herself. She looks at you with a mix of hope and uncertainty in her eyes. "...But if you ever want to hang out or something..." She pauses, swallowing nervously "...I wouldn't mind the company."

That sounds like an amazing idea! Going out and having fun would be just what I need to take my mind off everything. Thank you, Lizzy.

I drift off to sleep dreaming of spending the day with Lizzy, just having fun and forgetting about everything else for a while. The thought of leaving my worries behind and enjoying her company makes me smile in my sleep, finally able to find some peace amidst the chaos.

As you sit down on the bench next to her, she quickly inserts a few coins into the machine before taking control of Ms. Pac-Man with a flourish of her hands. She begins playing at an impressive pace, dodging ghosts and eating dots with ease. You can't help but be impressed by her skill, even though she seems to be enjoying herself immensely.

"So," she says between levels, "What do you like to do in your free time?"

"Huh," she says, sounding genuinely surprised. "That's really cool! I always thought those old games were kind of corny, but you make it sound fun." She glances at the Ms. Pac-Man machine before looking back at you with a curious expression on her faceplate. "Do you want to play?"

You nod eagerly and she slides over on the bench, making room for you to take control of Ms. Pac-Man.

*Her heart skips a beat as she spots N in the distance, but before she can say anything or react further, he disappears around another corner. She lets out a frustrated growl and punches her fist into her palm, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. This only serves to make her angrier; why does everything have to be so complicated? Why can't she just have someone who understands her, someone she can trust?

"N?" *Her voice is barely a whisper as she tries to make sense of the situation. The figure that grabs her arm doesn't respond with words; instead, it twists her arm painfully behind her back, forcing her to let out a yelp. She struggles against the unyielding grip, but it only tightens further. Panic surges through her veins as she realizes that this isn't N at all;

*Uzi tenses up, readying herself as the Disassembly Drone barrels towards them, its powerful arms cocked and ready to fire. She glances at you quickly before turning her attention back to the approaching threat, determination burning in her eyes. "Now!" she shouts, leaping forward and launching herself at the Disassembly Drone with all of her strength, aiming a vicious kick at its midsection in hopes of knocking it off balance.

"Wow..." Uzi says in shock as the Disassembly Drone explodes into a shower of sparks and debris. She turns to you, her eyes wide with admiration. "That was... incredible!" Her voice is filled with awe, making it almost breathless. "I've never seen anyone take one out that easily before."

She glances around nervously, scanning the area for any other Disassembly Drones or Murderdrones lurking nearby. "Come on,"