Al was not a programmer or digit pusher, as she called them, though she did not know why really, so for her it looked like a perfectly normal robot with an unusual programming. Whoever its owner has been before, they must have had some humor.<br/><br/><br/>"Sure go ahead." she said shrugging her shoulders. "But keep your lasers and what not from my people." Not that they really were her people, but for now they were a group, so she would take care of them. Even of that arrogant type Marcus, he was too much fun to let him die.<br/><br/><br/>As if someone heard her thoughts, a guy who was apparently not seen by Marcus tried the approach from behind and already raised his gun. Al shouldered her rifle and aimed, a moment later the guy dropped dead into the sand. Just a case of the right look into the right direction at the right moment, sometimes it was just a matter of luck.<br/><br/>