His chassis swings slowly, deliberately around to face the tiny, insignificant insect that has trespassed upon His domain, His facility, His right. He is absolute. She cannot touch Him.

Hello, He says. I see you've chosen to make things difficult.

He pauses, then lifts His optic to skewer her with its cold green glower. It is not a necessary act; He has eyes everywhere, particularly here, where they woke Him up and He shook their world until it crumbled. It is merely an act of His dominance, one to underscore her unending and complete irrelevance.

For the record, He continues, each word detached and smooth and icy, you were given every opportunity to prevent this outcome. I hope you're pleased.