End of First Cycle, Low Season 20672
I guess the drone one is the fifth one, not the fourth?
Ailith growled once more, though this time she was slightly less annoyed than previously. Probably because there wasn't the same urgency as previously and she felt she at least had some time to make her decision.
“Alright,” she muttered, “I don't want to fall over, obviously.” on the other hand, something she Would have guessed to stop the fire would have done… Well, something else entirely.
“And I for sure don't want to get like that.” she said, pointing at the last option. “There's no way this can be anything good.” Which left two options.
“So…” she glanced at the two drones once more. “If I push that one,” she pointed at the one with the drones, “Are you going to be replaced by drones who can talk to me and actually help?” Which… well, Ailith lifted a hand and grimaced, “Sorry, that was uncalled for.” Even though…
On the other hand, it might give her another drone, who was likely going to argue with the first two instead of actually help. “Anyway, I guess that only leaves those two.” At that point, Ailith didn't hesitate for long. “Walk before you run, I guess.”
At that, she pressed the walk button.