The blonde, or rather, Number One as was her pods designation, listened solemnly. This all sounded right, and matched up with her initial reaction of the Varden. She trusted the old man, or the machines. These beings who live from their core. Looking upon them now, it was impossible to see them as anything other than living beings, like her. Sure, their skin was of steel, and hers was of flesh, but they were not so different. Life takes many forms and these people were one of them.

Perhaps it would be more difficult to tell, but despite her lack of knowledge she did know it was her place to stop the Varden, for they were her foes. This, along with trusting her friends, were most likely the last two fragments of her life before the crash that she remembered and she would live behind them.

"A tower, hmm?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip. Still wearing her hood up, the woman looked over at her two friends.

"We should go for it. I think he's right. I think this scout, and this tower, and everything else is the right thing to do. We gotta learn as much as we can. I'm already tired of running away from these guys, I dunno about you all." She said, smiling jokingly, but with determination in her eyes and energy coursing through her.

This was her cause, and she was ready to fight for it. No time to lose, not a second to spare. No opportunity like the present.

"These Varden guys will have no idea what hit them." The blonde punched her palm with her knuckles, now grinning excitedly, passion in her heart and fire in her eyes. Ready for the conflict ahead, already eager to feel the adrenaline, fear and thrill. Lifting that old robot was just the beginning. The confusion and disorientation was gone- she was ready to leave at that very instant.