Having released the two marines, Ylfa took the lead towards the first checkpoint. "My name? The most they ever screwed up was putting an 'I' in there that didn't belong, and after a few promotions, that just doesn't happen anymore," she replied, looking back at the group with a good natured smile. "Every girl's got a good side Mark. You just gotta know what she likes." Turning away to talk to the guard for a brief moment, they saw the man simply point a thumb over his shoulder for them to all go in. "Awesome. Sounds like they're done questioning her, so she's on her way out anyways," Ylfa remarked. Mark and Mark alone however, heard a familiar voice.
"You don't like hugs?" The drug-induced words faded away, an accompanying 'clop-clop-clop' of hoofsteps growing fainter as they all went forward.
Meanwhile, rest of the squad had their ears perked and listening for something else. Empty save for a few intoxicated marines, the cells had their hung-over moans drowned out by the sound of a grinding wheel pressing against metal. In one of the cells towards the end, light and the occasional sparks could be seen flying out from in between the bars. Stepping up to it like keepers of a cage, they all peered in. All sorts of small, portable tools were strewn across the floor alongside someone's uniform, the pieces of clothing looking like they were simply thrown off without any regard. And sitting there on a bunk was a machine made of flat plates of gunmetal gray, welded together into all sorts of boxy shapes to form arms, legs, a head and torso joined together by ball joints or servo-motors. The vaguely human looking head was completely expressionless thanks to the black glass visor, which had a single yellow light glowing from behind it. However, to the credit of whoever put it together, it was just vaguely feminine in proportions.
As the yellow 'eye' glowed with concentration on the weld it was polishing, it didn't notice the marines until they all neared. Springing up onto its feet, with a faint whir of servos, it leaped forward at them with incredible speed.
"Balloon tits! Grumpy! Ball-Jock! Grunt-Grunt! Uhh...Scrub!" it paused for a moment, struggling to nickname the newcomer. "What are you guys doing here?" Kelly asked them all, her light quickly turning a happy green as she clutched the bars.
When they came over, she was polishing some fresh welds on the back of her fingers.