It did not take all that much observation for Senjen to see which way the wind was blowing here. Buying time was the name of the game now, and he had one idea of how to do that. The disks the droids launched up towards the ceiling, he had seen them before, and he had a fairly good idea of their purpose. He had noticed the droid back in the shop had been able to track him through the ceiling, then the disk had revealed itself shortly afterwards. It did not take much to put two and two together. Any patrons that were still alive, Senjen contacted and marked the position of the disk he could see. “Those are sensors; take them out quick!”

At the same time, Senjen dashed across the floor quickly over to Light’s position. “Grab on tight!” He commanded, taking hold of the QV and helping him onto his back. From there, Senjen holstered and set out in a sprint on all fours that was rather [i]startlingly[/i] quick. The pace he had floated them through along the passenger lines before was leisurely by comparison, and it would take all of Light’s effort, and probably some help from his suit, to hold on. Though, it was only a short distance he brought them for now, as he stopped them in the kitchen unit next to the man and his daughter. 

Senjen could see what the man was occupied with, and could understand why, but it was not doing wonders for his judgment. “These things are serious military droids; this is [i]not[/i] a fight we win. Escape, now!” He said as he started to speak more directly to the man’s mother. “I can get them out of here, lightning-fast. Which way do I take them?”