Myra-C7 is built from a slender, wire-thin framework of dark gunmetal and brushed brass plating, with narrow joints that click softly whenever she changes direction. Her articulated cooling vanes sweep backward into a sleek crest, their edges permanently stained emerald by an indicator dye used during a catastrophic pressure test. Sharp amber optical lenses constantly refocus with tiny mechanical irises. A brass acoustic listening horn is hardwired into her auditory processor, its tubing running beneath her jaw and into a cluster of delicate sound probes along her fingers. She moves with precise, economical steps, but when agitated her hands flutter over nearby pipes like a pianist searching for a familiar chord. Her most unsettling contradiction is her gentleness: the same hands capable of dismantling a pressure regulator cradle cracked valves as though they were frightened animals.