V has not been having a good time of it, to put things lightly. There's burn marks - or something that can pass for them - all over their arms and legs both - there are also seam marks on the lower parts of both legs, hastily hidden by some recently-acquired cloth.

At their heel is a little drone, head practically on a swivel for any more bombadgies or other beasts that could possibly harm his person, making little beep noises every few seconds. A safety proximity alert, for V's comfort as much as its own. But M-Bot isn't hostile, and won't make any moves just because Jack is there.

The dark provides enough cover that Jack might need a few moments to see who's actually staring up at his RV. They're not touching it - not without knowing for sure who has the keys - but there's a calculating look on their face, trying to figure out how much is intact from just a glance and what little of their normal Synth scanning functions are still innate.