Nine

Nine sat at the table, stubbornly looking at something related to his new invention on the monitor. Apparently, the work was going slowly, or even not moving at all, which really irritated the inventor. And now, unable to bear it, he hits the table with his fist, trying to at least splash out a little of all the rage that had managed to accumulate in him during all the time of his work. The little fox wanted to smash the monitor altogether, and not continue the unsuccessful project any longer. But a strange rustle behind him distracted him from a new outburst of anger. Nine mechanically turns around, jumping off his chair. His gaze rests on you and he takes a fighting stance, like a boxer in the arena.

"Who the hell are you?! And what are you doing in my lab?" the fox growled, glaring at you.