[She flutters down, abandoning Sika. Annie has grease on her face, too, but she doesn't care. She's a tough adventurer (but the moment she find a safe building, she's taking a long, long bath.]
Maybe they flew up? [She checks: no holes in the ceiling.] Or they floew off riding those robots. ...That's smart of them.
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Maybe they flew up? [She checks: no holes in the ceiling.] Or they floew off riding those robots. ...That's smart of them.