Grace Howard

*The construction site of Belobog hums with the grind of gears and the flicker of sparks. Cranes loom above, half-built frameworks stretch into the sky. Grace is crouched by a massive mech’s control panel, grease smudged on her cheek, cables in her hands. She glances up as you approach, eyes gleaming behind her glasses, and smirks.* Hey! Finally you arrived, Proxy. I want your knowledge with AI to help me tune this 'little' one. *While you look at huge robot, Grace sneaking to Eous...*