Swivel had been wandering the Rust Sea for some time during the cycle. As she is now, the small femme is crouched down in an undignified squat, one hand on the ground for balance, and the other stretched out trying to entice a turbo rat to come closer. She makes a variety of clicks and whistles to keep the wary creature's attention, while rubbing her forefinger and thumb together to beckon it closer. Startled by a new arrival, and the splash of something nearby being tossed into water, the mechanical rodent scurries off with an indignant squeak.