No. 3 looked around curiously as the ramshackle robots cautiously emerged from the nooks and crannies of... wherever this was. They were surrounded and outnumbered, but she didn't feel threatened by those creatures. She rubbed her head, processing everything that just happened. She didn't understand the bloodlust she felt towards the Varden, but she at least knew she felt nothing close to that towards these little machines. She felt no attachment to these creatures, no sense of companionship or obligation to protect them like she felt for her numbered companions, but neither did she feel the need to dismantle them. If these were Varden, she was sure her mind would be racing, analyzing the terrain and calculating the most efficient routes to eliminate as many of them in as little time possible. But, no, her mind was at rest, and she tossed her little blade to the ground. 

"I bear no ill-will towards you or your kin," she said, motioning to the other little machines. "I certainly don't believe you are my enemy. You seem willing to answer our questions and also seem to have no love for the Varden, so I suppose that makes us allies." She nodded in agreement to No. 2's question. "Why indeed. We have no memories from before those pods, but there is something there. I know these two." She motioned to the other girls. "I have no memory of anything before the crash, and yet I trust them implicitly. I hate the Varden. I have no idea who they are or what they did, but I know I want them dead. It's almost as if I'm a machine, programmed to feel these things." 

She let out a small sigh, realizing the irony of what she said, given the situation. "If you know who we are, where we are, and why we're here, please tell us." She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Something told her that they'd be here a while.