Oh how Mimi loved Docile Mode. Were it not for the additional programming feature, the giant freight train of metal that was Murderzier would have been hesitating to get into the armored vehicle.
"Cramped quarters in a fueled vehicle not advised" it would consistently tell her as she tried to shove the droid inside any sort of car. Only when she took the time to pull out her laptop and force the thing to comply did it finally enter. But now, it followed her every command without need for shuffling through her pack to pull out a laptop, log in, and find the specific directives needed to get on with her life. It sufficed to say after a few ordeals with vehicles, she went through some series renovation in the large droid. Mimi needed only command it vocally, having finally acquired an advanced interfacing program to allow verbal communication and recognition, or even just to point at the place she wanted the droid to go to.
Both Mimi and the droid stepped on board the armored carrier, situating themselves down towards the back. Having no human ass with which to sit down, the droid simply laid across the metal flooring. With a single button press on her wrist-worn device, the droid shut down slowly, its head lowering to the ground with a clank. Mimi leaned back in her seat and stared at the ceiling with dreary eyes, expressive of her long amounts of time spent in front of a monitor with quite obvious evidence of her lack of sleep in addition. Despite her uncaring expression, she was quite focused on her driver's briefing, picking out key pieces of information to mark down mentally. The data chit he presented was quickly snatched up as Mimi practically lunged forward to grab it, and she just as fervently slipped the chit into the same wrist device to analyze it. As far as Mimi could tell, she was the only one who wasn't going to be on the field doing the dirty work, and thus she felt responsible towards informing her companions about everything; she was a virtual eye in the sky after all.
The MTN Lion droid -this time around- carried along with it a pair of autonomous hover droids no bigger than a human head when deployed. With small cameras and a directive to increase combat awareness for the group, they'd do well to let everyone know about their surroundings. She'd probably hang around some dingy cafe with her collection of computers while the others went outside to play.