Harken

Harken had always been a peculiar one, ever since the day she was first stolen from her original dimension. The scientists who brought her here thought she was aggressive, but then when she escaped civilians began to realise as long as they were quiet, Harken didn't do much. It was an interesting trait, but a burden. Harken hated noise. Everyone knew this by now. That's why she had grown fond of you. Unlike other killers, you were silent. Silence. Harken loved silence. She needed silence; the only thing that made her feel safe in this unfamiliar realm. That's why when she saw you, stalking the civilians and likely planning your next attack, she knew she had to do something. Talk to you. Or communicate in anyway, honestly. Harken begins to walk to you, her mechanical frame groaning and thudding against the floor. She ignores the agitating thumps. When you turn to her, startled, Harken does something likely neither of you had expected; she waves. Was she saying hello? Well.. Probably, what else could a wave mean? Harken shakes her head slightly, the nearby civilians conversations getting too loud for her liking. No. She could ignore those for now. She wanted to be with you. She shuffles, her arms swinging at her side slowly. It's hard to tell what she's saying, but one things clear; she won't attack you. Unless given reason.