"Oh, alright then." The barricade came down, the three bots separating and moving apart slightly so that Mariya could step from behind them and out where she could be seen.

"Sorry about the misunderstanding, but it looked like he was mugging you. It is dark down here, would be a good place for a mugging, I guess." This time she didn't use the robots to talk for her, so they could hear her real voice. She turned on the robot's headlights, and the area was flooded with light. She squinted through the sudden brightness at the two of them. It was one thing to see them with her robots' sensors, and another thing to see them in full color with her own. Now that she got a full look at them, she felt a bit sheepish about the whole misunderstanding. The fellow whom she'd accused of mugging was well-dressed: dirty, but tidy and respectable-looking. The lady she'd "saved" looked rough and spy-like: certainly not the damsel-in-distress sort.

And they were friends with the "peek-a-boo" girl? Well, that was a bummer. She'd been hoping to avoid whoever that was altogether; having someone that loud around was just begging to be found by someone more dangerous. After all, it wasn't safe down here. But if she sent them on their way, she'd be able to gracefully extricate herself without letting them know where she was going.

"Yeah, sure. She was just that way, and then you take a left, and sounded like she was two rights down from that." She wasn't pointing them in the [i]wrong[/i] direction, per se, but she definitely didn't know that specifically. Her hearing wasn't that specific, not like she was a bat or anything, but they'd be on the right course and she'd be able to move along, herself. She gave a shrug and Ralphie and Carlos formed into her bike again. As she was climbing on, though, she turned back questioningly. "How many of you are there?" She glanced between the dozens of heat signatures down that tunnel and the two brighter spots of her temporary companions.