With less than a sweat broken in the process, Cadenza pulled the last drone's cannon from its mount, and retreated several feet as it jerked as though attempting to buck her off. She, as she surmised her comrades did too, sighed, savoring their moment of triumph before they would continue onward. She watched curiously as the drone's unarmed swivel spun around to no avail; if not for her disdain for the machine, she might have almost found it comical in its helplessness. She let out a grunt, and shrugged her shoulders dismissively, and peered towards the path ahead of them. "I'm guessing these probably aren't the only relics of the Empire still stalking around here," she said, moreso to herself, but loud enough to be heard by her companions.

She looked down at the old cannon, its mount frayed from where she had ripped it from its owner. "Useless," she remarked, her tone hinting at the thought of holding onto the firearm for later use. The Empire, forward thinking as they were, had designed the turrets with triggering mechanisms located within the drones; without it, the weapon couldn't be used if detached. In theory, a part could be rigged to bypass that, but it would take more time and effort than she cared to invest while on a job. Half-frustrated, she lobbed the gun into the nearby brush, and continued moving.

As the group advanced, she would assume position at the front of their formation; she was, after all, useless from a distance.