[Ah, it's a regular night in Camp. The zombies are roaming vacantly, the moogles are kupo-ing, the condom tree is dropping it's bounty. Basking in the glow of the radioactive lake, see one (1) deathbot-chan and orinji-chan, chatting it up in a newly-sprung gazebo. There is patio furniture and a tea cart with a few extra cups. The orange URTV is making a few repairs here and there to said blue android's arm with a small screwdriver, and tapping things into a datapad idly.]
"So tell me, how did you submit to a young boy shooting himself in the head?"
"...He was capable of self-repair on a level I am not, and had the advantage in numbers."
*Tappity tap.* "Try moving your fingers."
[Manages to flex three fingers; Her ring finger and pinky don't shift]
"My artificial neuron network does not appear to be registering that the digits are intact."
"... Hm."
*Tweaking this and that circuit, exchanging some reflexive wires.*
"Please be careful."
"Of course."
*Tea-sip before getting back to work.*
"So, what is the last thing you remember before entering camp?"
[Is zen]
"Re-activating and defending Shion from assault against the Black Testament aboard the Elsa."