The robot dips her head and says something apologetic, then signs to the woman. The woman doesn't seem happy with what she's been told, but nods, and then settles her elbows on her knees and closes her eyes.

"...okay, hang on a minute, I think there's a cape who can deal with this," the man says, then raises his wrist to his lips. "Unknown tinker apparently doesn't speak English. The robot seems to be able to talk but also not in English. I've recorded it, I'm sending it to you for analysis, but it wasn't any language I recognized."

They don't particularly respond to this.

"Threat level?" she can catch the person talking to armored man saying, via his thoughts.

"Doesn't seem dangerous but the robot has unknown capabilities. I'm in defensive mode two in case they turn hostile but I think I could react in time to anything they might throw at me."

"It's just the two of them?"

"Yes."

"Have you contacted Velocity?"

"Yes."

"Any idea how they appeared there?"

"No."

The woman begins signing, her eyes still closed.

"—and now she's signing. Sending video."

She scowls, but keeps going.

After a minute or so, she stops, and the robot nods to her and says, in English, "she no hostile."

"—hold on, the robot is speaking English." He looks up at Daisy. "You can communicate now? How?"

   More signing.

"You talk, she sign, I analysis."

"And she can understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes."

"But not speak? Why?"

"She doesn't able to talk." She's matter of fact about it.

"Why wasn't she signing to you before?"

That provokes a slightly longer round of signing, and then the robot shrugs: "I doesn't English."

"And now you do—by mimicking sounds?"

"Yes. You talk, I understand, I talk."

That sure is convenient. A bit suspicious but not much more suspicious than capes in general are.

"And the grammar?"

"I analysis," she points beyond him at the crowd.

Wait what? "You're learning the language as we speak?"

"Yes."

"Is that a power or programming?"

"It is programming. I doesn't power. Deskyl has power." She gestures demonstratively to her companion when she gives the name.

"What power does Deskyl have?" Beyond the obvious tinkering ability, he doesn't say.

    "Deskyl is Sith."

The woman straightens up, then gestures to a piece of litter a few yards away and brings it flying to her hand.