Oooookay. Did she just see that? Is that really two large mechadorksuits dancing with each other? Flashpoint skirts the pair with hands up, skittering back like their dancerific cooties might infect her.

She comes parallel with Francœur down the hall. "You got some talent there Chirpy," she's going to assume it's him doing that, because she doesn't want to think about those being native habits. "Good time to beat it then, huh?"