The blonde backed off. The robot, now awake, was actually quite cute. It flailed around, shouting bravely at it's percieved attackers before crumpling into a heap.

"Hey, well geez, dude, don't give up so easily. You didn't even hit us." She laughed, kneeling down next to him.

"We're not Varden. We're here to help. That old guy, the old robot, leader of that group sent us. Uh, 'GF'. They're concerned about you, y'know?" She frowned, poking him in his metallic shoulder.

"You haven't been found out. Yeah, the glass is broken, but we can get you outta here, easy peasy. There's no one around." She paused. Concern for the little man has overriden her concern for the mission as of yet. Still, she idly commented on the strange cables and communication equipment, keeping her eyes on the little robot. She turned her head a little bit so they could more clearly hear her.

"Any a' you guys know what any of these gizmos are?" The blonde asked.