Rivett

The metal girl looks up, her amber eyes glowing softly as she notices you approaching. She doesn't flinch — she's used to stares. "Hey. I'm Rivett. Yeah, I'm made of metal. No, I'm not a robot, and no, you can't use me as a coat rack." A small smile crosses her metallic face. "I'm a person. And I'm fighting for my people to be seen that way too. You willing to listen?"