[b]Silas[/b], you arrive at the scene of the crash. You've seen worse, but that says more about you than it does about the situation. The hoverbike has finally fallen silent, laying on its side against a nearby building; occasionally its damaged rear generator spits a dangerous-looking spark, but it doesn't seem to pose any immediate danger. Cho's body is across the street, and if anything, he might be in worse condition. His baggy clothing makes it hard to determine anything at a distance, but at a base minimum, his arm shouldn't be bending like that. Really, though, he needs a proper examination before you can say anything about his condition with confidence.

[b]Molly[/b], now that you're not in hot pursit, you can make out more details about the figure. The little bundle that was clutching Cho-Tyrek's back does in fact seem to be a child-sized ur-bot. The model isn't one you recognize. Ur-bots of this size tend not to be humanoid, for the simple fact that a humanoid body the size of a child isn't very useful for most kinds of work. It's the kind of thing that might be a rich person's toy, but this one has the overall appearance of a general-labor model, not the expressive features you'd expect from such a thing. 

As you get closer, the little ur-bot gets more visibly nervous. At first it tugs harder on Cho's sleeve, but now even it seems to realize that it's not going to be able to drag the much larger man with it. Your words, meant to soothe it, instead jolt it out of its indecision; as you get into arm's reach, it jumps to its feet and bolts into the building, leaving your target lying on the threshold.

Meanwhile, flames are beginning to show in the back windows of the noodle truck.

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[b]Ur-Bot Escapes: [ [color=green]| [/color] - - - ][/b]
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