#183's report was not very thrilling, nor good. Alexia knew that acid could eat through metal, for she had used it before to do personalized etching on their machines or goods. Shifting the makeshift pouch around her form, she glanced up at the man beside her, the one behind her with the flute, then the automation. Staring at #183, she spoke sharply yet kindly. "Good work, you have pleased me #183. Standby for further instructions." Addressing Kineas now, she eyed him solidly. "I am fine, just fell is all. After a shower I should be fine." She had noticed that he had done something to her, but now was not the time to ask.
Alexia's eyes widened at Kineas mentioning that the one who made the small slimes could be lurking around. She visible cringed and shivered, wiggling where she stood. "Alright, we should all get out of here." She eyed #183 worriedly. "We need to get him out of here and stop the acid. I'm sure the repair crew has something, but we must hurry." There was a sense of urgency in her voice, and it was apparent that she was concerned for the large machine. Alexia's compassion was finally showing through. Soon her face was collected once more, and her sense of nobility creeped out. "Lets get moving, now if you don't mind."