“Maam!” #183 responded, raising a hand to his head in a salute. “Heading to the Wreckage Maam! Helping with digging, Maam! Going to the Wreckage and saving as many lives as this one can, Maam. Saving lives now, Maam! Getting them to safety as fast as this one can, Maam!” He stopped for a few seconds, working out what had been shouted at him in his head, as his mind was slow to understand. He heard another order. “Taking you to a proper medic, Maam!”<br/>Using a hand to heft aside one of the doctors so he could pick up the Overseer, he hoisted her over a shoulder before she could shout a no and started to run towards the wreckage. “Preparing mental map of merchant district” He informed the overseer. “No adequate medics in district for fixing damage to Overseer. This one requests permission to exit the district, Maam!”<br/>His feet were heavy on the cobblestones, his movement across them occasionally kicked up a spark. It was unusual for an Automaton to run, even though they had been built for it. They were clumsy machines, dim witted and unsuited for moving too quickly without causing an accident. #183 was careful that he did not collide with humans, and understood that the Overseers damage should not receive too much stress as it could create un-nessicary torsion and further damage it. He held her carefully, if a little bumpily.<br/>