Eight sighed, or as close she could mimic a sigh, as she did not have any lungs. "I'm called Eight...Eight for short, I am a magiscience golem, that's about all I know...you did say Paradigm yes? I am aligned with them..." she began to scan the room, seeing many little parts and tools. "You...wouldn't happen to have interest in taking a little metal person apart would you?" she said nervously, people have tried, oh my people have tried...as Eight waited for a response she sifted around for her usual tools in the box, her hand bumbling into a familiar needle, the perfect little tool for the perfect little gal.