It was startling at first, but he felt relieved to know she was well enough to cheer like that. Now that the danger was gone, he crawled out of the mechsuit. Aside from a bump or two on his head from rattling around in a too small cockpit, he looked well enough. He rubbed the top of his head, but he nodded, chirping affirmatively.

He looked around. All he could see was Flashpoint, bodies of dead insects, and barren land. His expression turned worried. He did not remember how he got here; he was only concerned with running away at the time. Were they lost?