"I think you'll find that's a bad idea. Or you just did, hm?"

The light remark comes from a woman leaning against a wall nearby, in a dark, skintight motorcycling outfit. There's a smile about her mouth and a general air of confident amusement in her features, but it all becomes a little more serious as she straightens up and surveys the area.

"It's a complex problem, isn't it? At the neck is a hard place to work around."

While she's not completely oblivious to Samus' plight, she seems more concerned with the problem at hand for the moment. Solving it would be to her god's profit, after all.