Before answering, the Reichsritter turned around, the heavy feet slamming against the metal as it set off in a loping stride in the direction it had been going previously, as Jonathan snapped off a single word over the communication system. "Follow." Without bothering to check if the Moloch could keep up, the machine made quick time through the metal wasteland, keeping its head low as Jonathan began to explain his predicament.
"You're new here, right? Someone from either the oasis's or the edge, right? This here's fucking bandit country. Trying to kill people comes with the territory and all that shit." He maneuvered the mech around a rusted hull of what seemed to be a MBT. The armored feet slammed against the constantly shifting ground, the balancing system working in overdrive as Jonathan extended the radar range of the Reichsritter in an attempt to find out if any more hidden surprises would appear on the horizon. Mechanical pistons creaked and hissed before adding the insomniac added another comment over the radio. "Angry fucking bandits, mind you. And fucking Yo-Ho the Pirate."