Yes, White Snake just started playing in the background.

It was quite exceptional, at least in Samus's opinion. Her favorite pet project was perhaps one of the few things Samus would be openly proud of. The machine very obviously had a lot of custom work done to it and looked something like this with tints of this by now. It also sported it's fair share of implied history; weathered scuffs, scratches and maybe a bullet hole or two along the hull if you looked closely. Samus thought they added something a charm.

Speaking of charming... she responded to the cough with a casual raise of her head, then a raise of her eyebrow. He looked awfully familiar, though she couldn't quite place it. Her stare, for that reason, maybe lingered a little longer than it should have.

"Can I help you?" She dunked the sponge into the bucket, seemingly oblivious or seemingly uncaring about her current attire... or lack thereof.