No. 3 just cocked an eyebrow as the little robot railed and flailed at them, utterly ineffectually. She stood back and let the little guy tire himself out until he thunked to the ground in defeat. He said some odd things about being a core in the mud, but that didn't particularly concern her. The old robot has told her that this scout could have some information for them. "30 years? Well, if nothing else he's devoted to his work," she said giving her blonde sister a smile. "I don't have any idea what these devices are for, but I suppose our little friend here could tell us."

She leaned over the "defeated" robot. "You've been here for 30 years, so you must know something. What is this building and why are there no Varden in it? What were you scouting for? How did you end up in a tangled mess?" She hoped she didn't bombard the robot with too much, but thus far the machines didn't seem averse to talking.