Many bots stared at Warya, wondering how she came by the table.
The cyberglyphics adorning the many weapons all flash a myriad of colors before quickly dying, and the talismans assume a similar fluid consistency to the table, but only for a few seconds.
"What kind of a name is Great Cannon?" the largest asks rhetorically.
"Mine isn't a name as much as it is my job title," Shuttle Gunner laments.
"And what the frak is Leyland supposed to mean?" the red jeep deadpans.