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Well, these guys were definitely a colourful collection. And also, if Robin was putting names to faces correctly, an incredibly dangerous one. What the total kill-count in this room was, she had no idea, and she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. It was kind of lucky, at least for her, that the Protectorate were all tied up with the brewing gang war - because there was more than one kill order in this room.

Maybe she should have looked more worried as she entered the room having wounded one of their own.

If you'd honestly asked Robin who she was expecting in the safe-house, she'd have said some low-level goons at most. Maybe some [i]relatively[/i] tough capes, but certainly not the notorious mass-murderers she was confronted with. Thankfully, Askaryan was willing to do most of the talking, because antagonising them, accidentally or otherwise, didn't seem like the best idea.

Especially since he told them she was with Gladius, her response to the ensuing awkwardness a weak grin and a muttered, [color=cyan]"It's more of a temp job."[/color] Because really, she had no reason to tell Whetstone, or anyone else, about this place. And she wasn't exactly happy about being dragged into this mess in the first place, so that was bonus points in the 'screw Gladius' category so far.

Thankfully enough, they appeared to decide against re-purposing any of her vital organs. It made sense for them to be pulling out, really, considering what had happened to Pipeline as things started going to hell. As Planck introduced herself, Robin accepted the handshake with a friendly grin. [color=cyan]"Automaton. What can I say, I'm the giving type."[/color] While the girl was young, and much smaller than her, she was [i]also[/i] ordering around a room full of notorious mass murderers. Putting two and two together brought her to the logical conclusion that this wasn't someone to pick a fight with.

[color=cyan]"Freakshow?"[/color] Ah. The dude with the creatures. She shook her head. [color=cyan]"Sorry, but it was tough enough shutting down Askaryan."[/color] She lifted her hand; the bloodied circuitry had mostly stopped sparking, but it still made her point. [color=cyan]"I might be strong, but I'm not carrying more than one guy with a busted arm. Besides, I [i]was[/i] working for Gladius until I figured out the place was a deathtrap."[/color] She frowned. [color=cyan]"From what I can tell, they just hired a bunch of freelancers to take the fall - if any of their own capes were around, I didn't see 'em."[/color]

In retrospect, she should have been more suspicious of such a sudden call-up; a sure fire sign that things weren't going well. Of course, Robin was well aware that Gladius wouldn't appreciate her giving this info away - but what they didn't know couldn't hurt them. And she didn't appreciate being used as fodder, which was what this felt like. After all, a few dead freelancers wouldn't be much skin off of Gladius' back.

Glancing back down at Planck, Automaton waited to see her reaction.