[Worm]

Seven had just finished off the bottle in his hand, so decided to chuck it towards the recycling compactor. He let out a harsh groan only to be interrupted by the violent opening of doors. He was instantly reminded of the outside world, sirens and harsh rain falling in the background. A flash of lightning lit up behind his newcomer, a penumbra around their cloaked form. The stench coming off of them stung into Seven's memory, causing his heart to patter so quickly it felt like it was going to explode. He clenched his chest and took a seat. As they came to their feet, Seven's eyebrows shadowed skeptical, brown eyes.

The gleam of metal on the intruder's skin was clearly military grade. He gulped, realizing that there might be no option but to harbor this machine. While he was equipped with some illegal weaponry, it might not be able to compete with a sleek new model like this one. Though its shell seemed damaged and dingy. "Close the door behind you. Come in." Normally he would spit and shoo away anybody intruding in his space past business hours. And it was hard for him to even invite the robot inside, but he did so out of intimidation. Though, he did his best not to show it.

"Yes. Is that going to be a problem?" Seven snarled, a sharp tooth hanging on his lip. If the machine wanted a fight, then he would give them one. Not to say that he would win.