Utterly Mad

Lucas:
Around the corner, you find a room densely filled with electronics of all kinds, though most of them seem to be salvaged and makeshift in appearance.
In the middle of it all, in a comfy looking chair, sits a younger woman with glasses, and her long hair in a braid behind her.
She doesn't get up, but instead turns the chair to face you.
"Hi there. Former-private Lucas, I presume?"