"Ugh! Of course they make those moronic tin cans fight each other."

...You know, what? Close enough. She lets go when that hand comes up, taking a few steps away from Jetstorm, turning her back.

"It makes sense it didn't get me," she says, talking to herself. "But why would it get mechanical beings? Don't they have vents? This makes no sense."

She bends down, and messes with the edge of the flower field for a bit, before standing up with several of them in a floating green bubble above her hand. She turns back towards Jetstorm.

"Are you one of the Wheeljacks?"