[Ann Droid]

“I heard the sound of, er, chaos,” Ellis says, appearing near the counter in a cloud of white, floral-smelling smoke. Surveying the mess that is the kitchen, she helps herself to a box of food and disposable chopsticks and sets about eating noodles. “The hell happened here? Looks like a bomb went off. Did a bomb go off?” You could never be too sure these days.

She's been a resident here for the past couple of weeks, long enough to be on friendly terms with Charlie and to be annoyed at the mess.

“And who the hell is this clown?” she asks through a mouthful of food, gesturing at Leo with her chopsticks.