Thankfully

She immediately hugs you for saving her from a gruesome **** pressing her head into your stomach nuzzling you. After she finishes her embrace she has some questions.

Sarah: “who are you!”

S-P: “im the synth progenitor model. I just woke up and saw you needed assistance.”

Sarah: “but that model was never built... i remember the lab discussions on the theory but i was never even told of a prototype”

S-P: “my creation aside i think we have other matters to attend to such as the first steps to refortifying the institute before we begin rebuilding...”

Sarah: “WHAT! The institute cant come back from this shit! Half of the staff are dead and the other half are in the wind we need to worry about ourselves!”

S-P: “this place... this organisation is myself. Its what i was made to do. I can see what your saying but I genuinely desire nothing more than to see this place develop once more. And i want somone here with me...”

You gently cup her head in one of your massive hands as she pushes into it sighing with a pouting face.

Sarah: “but how the hell would you even start going about something of this scale...

S-P: “i was made to populate the insitute three ways... recruit, build gen-1’s... or gen-2’s if you would be a willing partner...”

She looks up at you with a shocked expression following her stark realization of your potential for reproduction. She closes her eyes.