Pod. [Her voice splits into fragments when she says the words, stutters and skips like a bad record. The little robot in her arms responds after a pause, and it too seems to be feeling the ill effects of the storm.]
Alert: M—r func-funct—ions compromised. U-U—it A2 is advised to seek shelter.
[But she can't move. She tries, but her legs feel stuck, like they're weighted down beneath layers and layers of shifting sand. She is about to try again, stubbornly, when the arm on her shoulders makes her jerk in surprise.]
no subject
Alert: M—r func-funct—ions compromised. U-U—it A2 is advised to seek shelter.
[But she can't move. She tries, but her legs feel stuck, like they're weighted down beneath layers and layers of shifting sand. She is about to try again, stubbornly, when the arm on her shoulders makes her jerk in surprise.]
What-get your hands off of me!
[Where had this human come from?]