Gaige glared at the Guardian as he presumed to give her a stern talking to. Who the hell did he think she was, some... [i]Kid?![/i] This got under Gaige's skin so badly that she didn't even notice Scout had caught up, and still she ignored the newcomer. Instead she kept her shotgun trained on the Guardian. That was, until she noticed the little robot flying near.

[color=royalblue]"OhmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodOHMYGOD!"[/color] Like a switch the teenager's attitude completely flipped. Her shotgun vanished in a blue stream of ones and zeros, stored in her storage deck once again. The space in her hands had instead been replaced by a hammer and wrench, which she brandished at the little flying construct. She went spouting off in a high pitched voice, speaking so quickly that only the most well trained of listeners could actually make out what she was saying. [color=royalblue]"OhmygodIloverobotstheyareSOCOOLyouknowwhatImeanofcourseyoudobecauseyouhaveoneandit'sadesignI'veneverseenbeforeohmanyou'vegottobefromanotherparallelrealitytoowiththiscoolbadassgearandthissupersweetrobotIjustwanttodiveintoyourdiagnosticsandcheckyourschematicssobadwhat'syournamelittlerobo-buddy?"[/color]