No. 3 stood quietly with her arms crossed as the little old robot told his story. It certainly gave her quite a history lesson, and she could sympathize with the plight of the machines. What creature, mechanical or not, wouldn't fight to preserve its existence? And the Varden... now that she heard the story, it seemed her hatred of them was justified and not just instinctual. Still, it didn't give her much of an idea of what exactly she was. Different factions... had they equipped her with this strange equipment? Was she trained to kill the Varden? Or was she built, somehow, even though she was flesh and blood? Was she even human? Now, all they had to go on was that tower.

"Well, it seems we have our next destination, then," she said, uncrossing her arms. She smiled and gave a small chuckle hearing No. 1's enthusiasm. "Haha, I never wanted to run in the first place. Let's go give the Varden something to be afraid of, shall we?" She didn't address the machines. It just seemed odd showing warmth toward something made of metal, and yet she felt the creatures shouldn't be hunted and destroyed. In a way, she felt a desire to protect them. "We'll find out what happened to your scout," she said, finally turning to the old machine. "And if there is anything left to save, we'll bring him back."

She smiled when No. 2 called them sisters. She seemed to be the most withdrawn of the three of them, so it seemed odd coming from her, but it definitely sounded right. "Yes, let's go, sisters."