Keizer's arms went off to the sides, and the torso opened up so Rance could step out and show himself off. He waved in an exaggerated manner to the soldier, then carefully removed his helmet, because the thing was honestly sort of a burden on his vision when he wasn't linked to his machine. "Eyoooo," He said, tossing the cranial covering back into the cockpit. A pair of thin grippy arms grabbed it off the seat and pulled it back into the ceiling for safekeeping.<br/><br/>The soldier, in turn, removed her own helmet. She revealed herself to have short blonde hair, most readily comparable to a slightly shaggier version of a pixie cut. Not exactly 21st century military standard, but when you were in a robot for 90% of your missions, having grabbable hair was less of a disadvantage. She frowned at the suggestion that she'd begun the attack. "Hey, I was willing to just tag along with you guys until you decided to get overzealous. And like I said, I'm here on the president's behalf. He wants to see the both of you, for whatever reason." She held her helmet under her arm, and hesitated before giving her name. "I'm Emily. Soldier in the Federation's military. This here's Legran." She tapped the head of the feline machine she stood on with her heel, prompting the thing to give a rumbling noise in response.<br/><br/>Repairs sounded good, and the offer was generous, so she nodded. "Okay. Legran, go ahead, get in," She said as she took a kneel on the lion's head. The machine stood and began to walk forward, spitting out a glob of the liquid gathering in its jaws before it hopped into the base's hangar. Once inside, it paused to let Emily slide off its head and land on the ground.<br/><br/>Rance, meanwhile, hopped back into Keizer and made the machine swoop down into the hangar. He emerged once more, and waited for Alexander to come in before shutting the doors.