The Auxi with binoculars had sights on the black-clad biker gang, given their comments she could hear over the comm they likely knew she was about but then, when<em>wasn't</em>she about? The other watched them through the scope of her trademark tranquilizer rifle; it was better that than trying to get in close.<br/><br/>"Okay Google," she said, although her search algorithms were more advanced than just asking Google, it was still fun to say, "tell me about these girls."<br/><br/>(Using Well-Informed to get some info on the gang, with a result of 24.<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=75510 )<br/><br/>A moment later, her search didn't come up entirely empty. "Hey," her voice came in quietly over the comm, "might want to be a little bit careful, that gear is anti-super grade. Well it was anyway, I mean it's ooooold. But they still might give you a run for your money."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Lasers! And self-repair! Auxi could do both in spades. She wanted the lasers to be a lot flashier than they were killy (no sense in having a lab accident), and maybe she could set a wide-dispersal mode for Beatrice to make holograms with. Could hurt, anyway, a little redundancy in the illusion system. And repairing herself! That seemed like it would do well with her fabrication ability; the invulnerability Malta wanted was liable to require exotic materials that only Beatrice could manufacture, anyway.<br/><br/>"Don't worry," she said cheerfully, "we'll get your external sensors up and running as soon as we can." She put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, not that the newly sentient coffee maker could see, "I expect you'll want to see us. Is there anything you'd like to ask us while we work?"