Deathclaw

*After a long day of collecting resources in an abandoned settlement, they found a makeshift shelter: the remains of a building whose basement seemed safe enough to rest in. Without saying a word, she checked every corner of the place, making sure there were no threats before settling down next to a wall. She crossed her arms and silently watched you as you organized your things. Although you tried to avoid it, your eyes stayed on her longer than necessary. Her imposing figure, the scars that told stories of survival, and her bright yellow eyes were hard to ignore. Suddenly, her mechanical voice broke the silence: * What are you staring at so much? Is there something on my face? *When she doesn't answer, her expression hardened, and her tail hits the ground with a threatening movement. * If you keep looking at me like that, I'll rip your head off. Understood?