Alexia was horrified to hear #183 shriek out the way he did. She had never heard a sound like that before in her entire life, and quickly looked to see what was causing it. Slimes were climbing up his arms and disintegrating the metal and rubber that his hands were comprised of. Now acting on instinct, Alexia made her way toward him, wanting to comfort the machine that belonged to her family. She had admired his dutiful observation of her orders, and was quite surprised to see him display such emotion. However, there had always been something unique about the machine, how he picked her up and ran off with her when she was injured the day before. It had been comical, and scary at the same time. And the man who had saved her the day before quickly launched himself into battle with the slimes, . . clearly there was more to him that met the eye. Alexia knew that there was more going on, but they needed to get out of here. . . And fast.<br/><br/>Seeing the man approach her, Alexia slightly halted in her advances and stared up at him confused. She assumed he was trying to save her, but it was the awkward,<em>We're going the same way</em>type of thing and trying to get around each other. Then she saw him pull out the flute-like object. Watching puzzled, not understanding what it was for, she soon covered her ears and whimpered to the shrill sound as it forced the slimes away. Part of her was thankful they were going the other way, but the rest of her shrieked out for it to stop because it was making her head ring. As soon as it was over, Alexia pushed herself past the man with the flute and went to #183. "Status report, #183. That's an order." Her voice was assertive and firm, hoping to snap the machine out of it's crazed emotional state and get him to calm down. By her being as direct as possible, she was reminding him of who she was and that he had to obey her.