[b]Are you kidding me, bot?![/b]

Moll slapped her hands against the sides of the unresponsive bot, ready to give it a nice shake when she heard a familiar hiss. The door to the machine had opened. All colour rushed from her cheeks, leaving her even paler than before and she hugged Travelbot close to her chest. Luckily for her, they no longer made flight assistant bots clunky as before and they now came with a slick, customisable design and the added benefit of hovering.Also, they were portable.

Moll's Travelbot was modelled after the ancient 1990s TVs, albeit smaller in size. It was a thick, white screen sporting a solid blue display to give the bot the possibility of emoting and robotic arms attached to the sides of the case. She had built the shell herself when she was younger after her grandfather had told her about their ancestors and life as it was long before 3010 (or his version of it, really, for who could know anymore what that had been like?) - a story that realistically should not have taken as long as it had, but which she enjoyed thoroughly nonetheless. 

While her bot had been shunned for what some considered stylistic flaws, others seemed to applaud her disposition for the old and dilapidated, not all sarcastically. Her own family argued that she wouldn't have been as invested in time travelling, had it not been for her affection towards all things ancient.

[b]Did you hear that?[/b] She tried, and where there was no answer, she frowned: [b]Of course you didn't register that. You are being a major b-hole right now, Tbot.[/b]
Gulping as some of the implications started to dawn on her - if she had indeed traveled in time and someone had just stumbled across her chute, there was no telling what the consequences would be and with a malfunctioning time machine, she could be in greater trouble than she could even comprehend. 
[b]H-hello? You, you really shouldn't be in here...[b] She called as she passed from the narrow engine room into the cockpit. She noticed the door was open, which confirmed her fears as she involuntarily gripped her bot partner tighter.
[b]I was, in fact, on my way out. Away. Away from here.[b] She continued with a nervous laugh as she approached the controls and rapidly inserted a series of commands. The door hissed shut almost immediately after and Moll drew in a deep breath.
[b]It would take the system about thirty seconds - or less - to find you. And trust me when I say this - but it does not take kindly to intruders. If you're here - show yourself now. Before things get ugly.[/b]

Moll said, doing the best tough act she was capable of, though still clutching to Travelbot for dear life.