At the sight of Aurora, Wiggy went from a look of shock to a knowing blush. It hadn’t been hard to put two and two together after seeing their manager’s state of dress, ripped and buttonless as it was. And the sight of Alex only helped drive the point home as he stormed passed, his clothing similarly shredded, with a few angry red claw-marks running down his back and chest. None of this explained how they were using Joy’s bike however; a thought which only caused Wiggy’s blush to deepen. The shy support driver didn’t even seem to like it when her team mates worked on 3-REX, at least not without knowing what was being done, so the techie couldn’t begin to imagine how she’d react over the current scenario.<br/><br/>Wiggy had little time to worry over such matters however as Aurora asked about the situation. After catching the rifle tossed by Alex in her free hand, Wiggy promptly handed it over to Aurora before snapping open her laptop and answering her questions. She hadn't ignored Alex's orders so much as trusted that Joy probably knew what she was doing. “There look to be two small vehicles as well as one lar-,” the techie paused mid-sentence as she watched the large vehicle’s tire blown by a precise shot, only to hear Joy yell her congratulations to whoever had done it through her ear-piece. “Scratch that, it looks like someone disabled it although we still have the two smaller ones,” she finally continued although with her tone a slight more thoughtful as if she had been expecting something. “Strange, the auto-guns should have fired by now… Just a sec.” With a few quick taps on her keyboard, a sudden grinding of metal was heard as metal plates on either side of the Titan slid open, allowing two large guns to extend from the tank’s shell.<br/><br/>With a loud, metallic, click the weapons locked onto the nearest non-friendly targets, after which Wiggy turned her laptop so that it was facing Aurora. “Use of them can drain power as well as waste some pretty expensive ammo but, at the current rate we’re going, it looks like we’re expending resources rapidly just by trying to escape. The last thing we want is to be stranded and ripe for the picking before we can reach our location and I don't think even Joy can outrun these smaller vehicles while driving this behemoth.” Upon mentioning resources, Wiggy tapped a white-gloved finger over a digitalized fuel gauge. The guns would turn the bandits and their vehicles into swiss-cheese, an honour and choice Wiggy left up to Aurora as she said, “Just press enter to activate them.”