[Are those gunshots? Those are gunshots. Bulma stares hard at the dark water a moment longer before spinning on her heel. She can't do anything here, but maybe she can help Mutsu. She books it back to the door, throwing her back to the wall before cautiously leaning around to see what's happening in the trash room.
Those look like some kind of robots. Robot fleas? Roaches? Does it matter? No, it doesn't. All that matters is that they're on the offensive, and it looks like maybe he could use a hand.]
Throw me your gun!
[... never mind that she hasn't had to fire a gun in more than a decade. She was a decent shot when she was a kid, though. It's like riding a hoverbike, right? You never forget how to aim?
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Those look like some kind of robots. Robot fleas? Roaches? Does it matter? No, it doesn't. All that matters is that they're on the offensive, and it looks like maybe he could use a hand.]
Throw me your gun!
[... never mind that she hasn't had to fire a gun in more than a decade. She was a decent shot when she was a kid, though. It's like riding a hoverbike, right? You never forget how to aim?
Yeah, sure.]