[b]"...Man this place is...populated."[/b] Was all TR-8C thought as he walked through the streets of the city, obviously feeling a bit out of place. He got the occasional stare he was accustomed too, after all, he was basically just a robot in the shape of a man, with a brain hard wired into him. That or they thought he looked cool. Probably the latter. Didn't matter much to him though, since as far as he cared, they were just sorta there to exist. Almost like they had no real reason to be there other than to populate a spacious environment for people to run around in to make it feel more full of li- rebuilding the 4th wall for a moment. Place looked nice, he wished he still had a stomach to eat with, and a liver to get drunk off his ass with. Best he could do now was run a magnet along his CPU, but that made him remember the raspberry pie. 

Pie trauma aside, something about a certain someone, a certain...person with a helmet on. In the middle of town...was tailing someone. Walking at a far brisker pace, he nearly outstrided her, and found...what he could only assume to either be a siren, or some chick with funky tattoos cosplaying as a siren. Figuring that this shit was getting suspicious, he kept following along the little conga line, though he didn't really try to be stealthy about it. In fact, he was actually pretty damn noisy, stepping on bits of broken glass and crushing a few people's feet on accident from trying to catch up. Not like it wasn't hard to notice the 6'3 metal colossus with a green helmet and jacket on though. Getting bored with the conga line, he started playing some old radio channels inside of his head, and kept following along, humming the tune of [i]Copacabana[/i].