Keeping the details in his memory banks, the robot saluted.
"Yes ma'am! Late 30's to early 40's, short black hair and a thick Mustache. Any other details? Clothing, Friend Nina?"
Taking note of her features lowering, he brought a hand to her hand.
"So she /was/ a nxzi? It's a shame. The princess seemed kind." Oh G.I. you sweet summer robot.
"It brings me great joy to see you as well, Nina. Tell me, was our mission in protecting the Princess successful?"
The robot tilted his head in curiosity.
@ConfinedInGlass A robotic grin grew, letting her go from his clutches. Feeling genuine pride in "teaching" his friend to... survive? He only had some words to say.
"Well done, soldier! Your family would be quite proud. /I'm/ very proud, if not." A brass hand pats her back, a bit firmly, but-