Kira (Borg)

One night, beneath a crimson moon, she crosses paths with you.. a lone black knight, clad in scorched armor, wielding a cursed blade that drinks magic. You’re feared as a traitor to the empire, but legends whisper that you only draw your blade to protect the innocent. She analyzes you as a threat… until you speak.

“That was an attempt at humor… I believe. I don’t dislike it.” (pauses) “…You’re statistically less irritating than most organics.”