#(let me know if I should edit anything! I had Phosa comment on the damage just to move things forward a bit but I can revise if needed)

[justashadetalkative]

“What, pardon you?” Phosa huffed, or at least produced a soft rush of static-sound that seemed intended for the same purpose. “I’m—I don't think I'm the one with anything to complain about, here. I mean, the fight was a bit worrying, but… that seems to be over now?”

Belatedly, it occurred to Phosa to wonder whether the same reasoning that had kept her from joining a battle she didn’t understand should have kept her from helping any of the combatants afterwards. But that wasn’t how things worked in the Spire, so… here she was.

Phosa followed the gesture, stepping her manifestation behind the bot to telegraph what she was doing. “This?” she asked, tracing it to confirm. “It’s, uh. I can reconnect it, but it’s in pretty bad shape. Not sure how long it’ll hold...”

"Oh. You were here to sight-see?" Well, they did get tourists in Bayfloat from time to time - it was a rather pleasant seaside city after all (if you ignore all the crime and supervillainy).

"Pardon the ...sight then." The machine now opted to just leaning against a nearby wall, despite most of their own processor telling them to up and leave. But that's just the problem wasn't it - the fact that they were in no condition to leave.

Yellow Three lets out a low electronic whine.

"There's something that came loose all the way back-" The android point at a spot somewhere on his lower back. "-here."

"I can't really reach it in my current state."