"ugh" Price snorted, glancing down in disgust at the rusting mass of leaking robotics on the floor, then up to Allis "Please get this hunk of shit out of my shop."

"PFFFFT HAHAHAH your shop??" Allis snorted

Ever since she was small, Allis would drag old robots into her fathers shop like they were lost puppies. Price, a childhood friend and cooworker would always grill her about it, saying she would never do anything with them and that they just cluttered their slowly shrinking workspace.

Tie in with this painting from forever ago : http://d.facdn.net/art/tzarvolver/1.....kshopsmall.jpg
Allis is shown standing working in her father's shop while ARK sits and charges. kinda like a phone I guess?