Stairs

You walk up the stairs, up to another hallway. You warily move forward, your body flat against the wall, but just when you were about to turn a corner you bump into the woman from before, the one working on that fembot. She spills her cup of noodles on the floor. You see her face now; mature, weathered, a pair of eyebrows seemingly permanently diagonal over her tired eyes.

"Ah shit sorry, I wasn't looking where I was- wait a second... what are you doing out of the chair?!" She presses a button on her wristwatch, causing it to blink red. "We've got an escapee!"

You push her out of the way and run down the hallway in hopes you can find an exit before you're caught, but seemingly out of nowhere a trio of sleek, black fembots appear and swiftly take you down with a deadly professional fashion. There's no way in hell you would've been able to take them on even if they didn't have the element of surprise. One of them blows a pink gas cloud from it's mouth in your face; it's sharp and unpleasant, and try as you might you are soon knocked out.