"On it!" Rance responded, raising a hand to wave as he walked away. He headed through the hangar, ducking beneath a crane arm that swooped over the exit during all the commotion, and headed towards the front end of the base. The cockpit was his destination, more specifically, the driver's seat surrounded by panels of controls. He slid into the backwards-facing chair, spun it around, and buckled himself into the seat. The controls in front of him were quickly manipulated, switches flipped, buttons pushed, and finally, a headset put on.<br/><br/>"Gooooood afternoon, everybody. This is your pilot speaking. We are on a one-stop trip to a place with food, robot parts, and a whole lotta nerds to fight for cash monies. We're gonna be moving at about the speed of fast, so hold on and try not to eat it." Taking hold of a steering wheel, he stepped on a gas pedal, and the base lurched forward as its speed began to readily increase. Thankfully, the ground was flat and the shock absorbers were godlike, so there wasn't too much bumping.<br/><br/>Back at the hangar, Emily turned and placed a hand on Legran's snout. The liquid was still dripping pretty quickly out of her mouth, staining the robot's teeth. However, she didn't seem to be reacting very much to it. "Eh, don't worry about it. We've been through worse," Emily explained, withdrawing her hand. "And it's not blood, not really. You tellin' me you've been a pilot for this long and never seen a fluid leak?"<br/><br/>Honestly, robots 'bleeding' wasn't very uncommon when they were getting banged up. Moving parts needed lubricant, coolant, all that good stuff. She could see why the way Legran's fluids were leaking could be distressing, however. It looked pretty damn gruesome, and after giving it a look-over up close, even she started to look a teeny bit unnerved.<br/><br/>Her vision went back to Alexander when he began apologizing, and she gave him a confused look. "Uhh. I don't think the president really gives a shit if you didn't have a permit. I don't know what he wants, but it sounded pretty important. I'd suggest you at least talk to him if you're headed in that direction." With limply crossed arms, she leaned against her robot's head. "If he has to send anyone else out, I doubt they'll be as patient. Lotta meathead teenage boys like to jump into mechs and act like they're invincible. They'll shoot first and talk after, if there's anything left of them."