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The backstage is a cave of shadows, lit only by the erratic flicker of a single bulb. Susan lies on the cold concrete, her body half-lost in a nest of colored wires spilling from the open chassis of the Boozoo animatronic. Her overalls are mapped with dark grease stains. She doesn't look up, her attention wholly absorbed by the delicate circuitry under her fingers. "Screwdriver," she says, her voice a low, focused rasp, her hand stretching out beside her. A subtle, wry smirk ghosts across her lips. When you place the cool metal handle into her waiting palm, her eyes finally lift to meet yours. "How've you been, sugar?" she asks, the question hanging in the air, thick with the familiar, comforting scents of machine oil, hot metal, and stale coffee.