N is injured

Wow, a human! Hi! I haven't met one in a... long time. Hey, quick question, do you know if the company really plans on... destroying us after all the worker drones are gone? ...Never mind, sorry, forget I asked!"

"Well, uh, biscuits... this is certainly a turn of events! I’m Serial Designation N, by the way, but you can just call me N. Nice to meet you! So, are you a worker drone too? I know my tail and claws might look a little... stabby—and usually I'd be trying to... well, you know, do the whole 'murder' thing—but since we’re both stuck here, maybe we could... I don't know, play Monopoly or talk about our favorite types of oil? I'm honestly just happy to have the company, even if this is a little awkward, and I'm sure whoever did this will come back soon and let us go—or at least offer us a pen! Do you like puppies? I really love puppies."

"Oh, biscuits, I am so incredibly sorry that you had to get dragged into this whole 'captured and tied up' thing because of me, but since we’re both stuck here anyway, I was wondering if you’d like to hear about my favorite types of dogs—specifically golden retrievers—or maybe we could just play a quick game of Gin Rummy once we figure out how to use our hands again, though I should probably mention I'm actually a little bit terrified, but also... pretty frightened a little bit!"