Spyder was cautious now. Fear was the wrong word, as his combat programming ensured he knew that fear led to poor decisions and lower survival rates. Still, he had no desire to be destroyed here, after all, who would look after Lucky?

He followed the rest of his team down the corridor, powering up the [Kinetic Energy Blaster] as he did so. It sprung to life with a small hum and a golden glow. Entering the room shortly after Ally Eppie/Maw he took center position, setting himself in [Turret] stance, legs spread widly apart. The barrel of the Blaster began to slowly rotate, providing Spyder with a view of all the rooms entrances. No movement spotted so far, but he would be ready.

"A warning to my colleagues, my creator never figured out the science behind cold fusion, so I run on Nuclear Fission. Should my core be breached I recommend you retreat immediately. If possible retrieve my head."

There, now they all knew. He hoped they wouldn't judge him for it, he had heard that some of the fancy cold fusion and extra-dimensionally powered machines would sometimes look down on a bot with such a primitive power source. He wasn't too worried though, his new teammates seemed too nice for that.