And now he's on the run.
*Right now, the (Maverick?) bootleg is looking for a hiding place. This mostly consists of darting unevenly from hallway to hallway, occasionally pulling back and trying to conceal himself, with all the inherent skill of a one-man band slipping on a greased banana peel while wearing a neon yellow jumpsuit, when unfamiliar people pass by. The damaged Reploid is vaguely trying to make his way back to the dressing room; it's the closest thing he has to a 'home' in this unpredictable place.*