[justify]017 found herself bolting towards the door, trying to find an abandoned warehouse to hide in. There were two problems with this plan: One, the rodents of unusual size were already warded off by her arc-flare; and two, this place was not by any means abandoned. This left 017 looking at the lock, wondering how best to break it before turning to her ‘allies’ of convenience.

[i]Oh.[/i]

There wasn’t any bloodshed, in fact it seemed that the most damage had been done by [i]her[/i] at this point in time. This left the little robot staring at the group as they communicated with the homeless. Unfamiliar chimes and tones that became familiar through exposure and — memory? 017 cocked her head as she thought. This place was strange but… Familiar. [i]Why[/i] it was familiar eluded her, her memory a jumble of moments without context, save for one single command.

[h3]YOU MUST SURVIVE[/h3]

The question then became [i]how[/i] she would survive in this situation. She had guaranteed her immediate safety, but what she needed now was time to think and plan. Planning in the middle of a wharf where you had announced yourself with the equivalent to a flare was not a wise idea. These were merely the first vultures, and soon more vicious scavengers would arrive to feast. Wait, [i]vultures?[/i] How did she know the birds of this place? Questions for later.

[color=cyan]“Pleasantries can wait,”[/color] 017 spoke. Her voice was a clear artificial trill, feminine, but with a tone that implied some degree of experience. Unbefitting of her small frame. [color=cyan]“I would rather find a better place for recuperation, given that this place is evidently not safe.”[/color]  017 held the chain and the lock in her hand, pointing to it. She was a good number of meters away, but not so far that her voice could not be heard and her figure not be seen. [color=cyan]“Given the lack of rust on this lock and chain, I suspect this warehouse is far from unattended to — but it is better than being in the open.”[/color] She jostled the chain for a moment, before her hand went into that familiar configuration that implied she was going to do some welding.

[color=cyan]“Unless one of you has a suggestion?”[/color][/justify]