"Y-Yeah," Mandy stammered, panting as she started to ride down the adrenaline high she was suffering from. Glancing over at this 'Unit-V', she couldn't help but notice a couple details. The first is how pale he was, making him look very much the image of a shaken man. The other detail? That he looked so incredibly [i]tired,[/i] as if he hadn't had any proper rest in days. Glancing at her bag, she made a quick decision. Reaching in, she pulled out something, and tossed it to the man.

When he reflexively caught it, he noticed that she had tossed a canned espresso. A chilled canned espresso, as if fresh out of a fridge instead of a bag. "Take it," the black-haired woman told him. "My heart's still beating too fast for caffeine right now, I'm not nearly as physically active as you seem to be, and you look like you need it more anyway." Staring at the pocket she pulled the can out of for a second, she fought down the urge to pull out a can of her own and closed her bag up. "Now, I have a question." Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down just a little more before she continued. And failed.

"What did you do?!" She shouted, arms flailing in panic. "Why was that machine chasing you? Why was it so reckless with so many people around?" The questions just came out rapid-fire, not unlike a machine gun really. And she had every reason to panic right now, since what she saw of that fight? It was like the machine was the cop from hell or something.