Charlie seems to move fairly gracefully. John is having no such luck. He's not used to having to find his feet like this, so he sometimes slides. Never enough to topple, but there's some wobbling. He gives the robots a look over, unimpressed. "What's the big deal? You could probably just punt those."

She didn't look like the type to go all 'delicate wilting flower' on him, but the two conclusions didn't jive with each other. He looks around at the cars, before turning and arching a brow at her. His smirk was more of a crooked grin at this point. "Can you keep a secret?"