Moira, The inventor.

"Are you sure you wanna be around these parts? Come with me, hun."

Sasha blindly followed her new acquaintance, coming with her to the Craterside Supply. It was a quiet, quaint little spot, out of the way of most people. Moira talked and talked, telling her all about her escapades in writing a journal of crazy experiments. Sasha took a seat on a little chair, sitting cutely as Moira rifled through her drawers.

"What are you looking for?" Sasha asked curiously.

"Don't you worry. Just a some research notes." Moira replied, lifting a thick textbook out and onto the table. 'The Limitations of the Female Body' was the name of the book, although Sasha couldn't see that. She also didn't know how empty the book was, and how full it was going to be once Moira was finished with her.

Moira eyed up her latest discovery. She was dainty, pretty even. She wasn't very well prepared for what she was going to go through. Maybe that would improve experiment procedures. Moira went back down to her drawers, pulling out a cold metal collar, and swiftly hiding it behind her.

"You want a drink?" Moira asked, making her way over to Sasha, pointing at the bottle of dirty water on the other side of the room.

"Yeah, that'd be gr- What?!"

Sasha grasped at her neck, the cold metal collar snapped around her like an animal.