[color=#afc7b5]‘... Sir.’[/color] Metallia would attract attention to herself after The Presence's little explanation. [color=#afc7b5]‘You are no doubt aware of my skills. Is there anything in particular you'd require me to build for your plan during these two days?’[/color] 

Two days... was plenty to develop something brand-new medium-sized from scratch without blueprints if necessary, assuming she focused all her efforts on it and took parts from the other robots. Or, if it's something smaller, she could build a few with relative ease. If nothing special was needed, she could probably arrive with 25 regular robots.

______________________________________

Metallia wore a jeans-jacket above an expressionless black dress, and then a black cap with the visor forward casting a shadow over her eyes, her white hair still sticking out under the cap in numerous places. This was apparently her idea of low profile. She stepped out calmly, walking along. Her headpiece that she used to control robots was currently in her jacket-pocket.

If The Presence had not provided such means, Metallia would have spread out small communicators that'd fit in a pocket to the team. To keep an open communication-line, just press the button if you wished to speak when apart. You could even configure them to speak to a specific target. That, in addition to small items to put in your ears to just listen in, practically unnoticeable unless someone actually directly examines your ears. … Unless, of course, somebody objects because maybe the communication-waves would be traceable or something, or if the Presence complains about them and has a better method of communication. Metallia just felt it'd be appropriate for distance communication, and as such made a few.

[color=#afc7b5]‘I took the liberty of laying claim to a nearby relatively unused underground garage. It currently contains my constructions.’[/color] Metallia said, having prepared ahead of time knowing where they were going. She had smuggled them in using a few trucks. [color=#afc7b5]‘I can command them out at any time.[/color] This would include whatever The Presence might have instructed her to build, but if not, then assume it's just a bunch of the regular soldier-robots.

[color=#afc7b5]… And I can also summon my chair from there at any time...’[/color] She looked down at her black out-door shoes with a disgruntled frown. Seems like she didn't appreciate having to walk, since flying on her chair would not be low profile. Seemed like, in her mind, regular walking was beneath her.