[near the lake, where the trees thin out into a more open space, there's a tall figure with her hand held up to shield her eyes from the glare reflecting off the water. Her posture is relatively relaxed, and she tugs off a glove after a moment and brings two fingers to her mouth, whistling.]
[there's a rustle, and then a metal creature comes bounding out of the bushes, tail wagging. It's the
robot dog Gal found when she first arrived, now freshly oiled and all the rust scrubbed off, damage from weathering the storm repaired. She crouches down to pat its head, checking the joints to make sure they're moving properly.]
That's a good girl. Don't get anything stuck in your gears again, all right?
[the creature puts a paw in her hand obediently, letting out a metallic bark. It turns its head to regard the mirror, and Gal's gaze follows.]
Oh, man--there really is no privacy here. Well, now that I have everyone's attention, I guess...
Can anyone think of a good name for this little wonder?