Smith:
"Yep... uh-huh. Mmmmhmmmm. Maybe, yeah..." Smith mumbles to himself while hunched over and fiddling with his ScanTool, connected by a short retractable cable to the robot equivalent of where an ear would be.
"I adjusted a few things from its normal behavior and also toggled on a few options that should never be toggled on." with a shrug he concludes "Anything could happen. Best case scenario, it does some sabotaging for us while preoccupying a horde of mine personnel so we can Avoid Danger getting in and out. Worst case, well..." he stands from his kneeling position and dusts himself off then appears lost in thought for a second.
"Uh, help me stand this infernal contraption back on its treads and we'll point it down the hall and past the office..."
14:33, Today: Smith rolled 3d6 with rolls of 6,3,2. Avoid Danger (Scene Trait / Tool / Motivation)
The trio of rebels continues onward... There are more miners, but everyone is so busy dealing with the robot yelling "I AM A MAD ROBOT-- I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL-- I AM A MAD ROBOT-- I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL--" while flailing its arms about wildly that the trio is easily able to stick to the shadows and stay unnoticed.
And so, they reach a door marked ADMINISTRATOR'S OFFICE. The door of the office is standing open.
There are two guys outside, talking: "Well it doesn't matter if he's not here, does it?" says a short man with glasses.
"No, but this is bad. I've been telling HR as directly as I've dared about him for some time, but after they all but reprimanded me for having some sort of personal grudge, I didn't dare just come right out and say it..." The second speaker is on the thin side, and seems wound up and nervous.
Both men are unarmed.
Neither have quite noticed any of you yet.