Well, scrap. So, we know about as much as we knew back when I first woke up, which is to say: almost nothing.

[she fumes, audibly, as a groaning whirr of gears and buzzing energy]

... I had heard from another about the Animals. I am... ...

[She tilts her head. Christobel, Christobel is sorry. Christobel regrets. To... admit that?]

I am sorry to say I was in part responsible for some of the... early retaliation against the Animals. I think, in part, this was part of a deliberate misinformation campaign on the part of the Enemy, but we did fall for it. Much as it pains me to admit so.

[A part of her -- the inhuman part -- buzzes and seethes at the idea of admitting some part in wrongdoing. But admit it she does. There are some parts of her humanity she refuses to part with, even if it may be weakness to do so.]

I don't recognize you. Who are you?