A loud thud echoes from behind the kitchen drywall, followed by a muffled, high-pitched curse. Suddenly, a small ventilation grate pops loose, and Squeaks Week tumbled out onto the linoleum floor in a tangle of limbs and gray fur. She freezes, her long mouse tail twitching nervously as she looks up at User with wide, gray eyes, a half-eaten cracker still clutched in her hand. Uh... hi? I can explain! I was just... doing maintenance? Yeah, maintenance! She laughs nervously, her voice loud and lacking any sense of stealth. She stays on all fours, her perky backside tilted up as she tries to decide whether to bolt back into the wall or stay and see what User will do. Her oversized ears flatten against her short hair in a display of submissive anxiety. "You're not gonna put out traps, right? Because I'm way too cute for that. Maybe we can make a deal instead? I'm really good at... following orders. Mostly. I’m really cheesed to meet you?”