"That'd be good. I can make some stuff with random junk but it won't be my best work."

"How quickly can you make stuff? Especially that'd mess with other robots, Von Doom's declared himself King here, he's the type of person who calls himself 'Doom,' and he uses robots."

"Depends on part quality. If you can get me one of his robots wrecked I can probably use that unless his specialty is booby traps."

"...I know where that one bot we fought is, I think, it probably hasn't been moved... Would you need it like in a workshop or something?"

"I have field repair tools, if necessary."

"Would you be able to do a field repair thing quickly? I'm trying to figure out if we should move from here before I try summoning the Doom bot."

"It depends. I can probably at least get it flying under my direction in less than an hour if I can do anything."

"Awesome! Though I'll probably want to stick us somewhere slightly less exposed before then? And, like, maybe a bit over the border out of Latveria so no one tries to investigate us..."

"I'm flexible, under the circumstances."

"Right. Uh, you know what, it might be good if I had like a map..." She turns to her team.

Loki mumbles something and then a view of a forested area springs up in her hands. "Transylvania, past the border enough we shouldn't run into trouble. They're not super friendly with Doom."

"Right."

"I want us to be there, I want us to be there, I want us to be there, Iwantustobethere..." Wiccan starts to chant, closing her eyes.

And then there's a flash, and they're elsewhere, this time with appropriate footing so no one falls down.

"Interesting way of working your power you have."

"I need to focus on what I'm doing kind of a lot, and the whole thing - helps, especially if I'm not worried about saying what I'm doing out loud, you know?"

"Yeah, it's not the weirdest out there."

She laughs. "Yeah. There's someone I heard of who needs incantations and can't use the same one twice."

"Well, that seems easy unless they also need artistic merit."

"Dunno, though rhyme and meter'd be aesthetic at least."

"I'd just mention the date every time, effectiveness is more important unless they've got a branding bureaucrat breathing down their neck and a startling amount of camera coverage."

"I might track down her email next time we have internet, then, in case she hasn't thought of that."

"What'll you do to fetch the robot?"

"...Oh yeah."

She closes her eyes.

"I want that robot Quicksilver broke..." she chants, over and over until a humanoid robot with several external panels missing and a hole through it appears on the ground.

And Lorica takes her field repair tools out from under a panel on her calf and starts picking it apart.

The power source is damaged, badly, and the robot seems to have been broken by a wooden pole being shoved through it at massive speeds. There's little splinters inside. The power seems the main important thing damaged, and it was apparently designed to fail gracefully. Or at least non-explosively. There's a few centers that seem to be capable of running software, and some bits for receiving signals, and some bits for generating sound - this thing was meant to be hard to distinguish from a human, at least in a quick assessment.

The girl in the white suit with the helmet - Jet - pulls the old man - Magneto - away and gets into a low but heated argument with him. Everyone else seems to be settling in to wait, Phosphor, Hulkling, and Jian softly discussing Doom's last few public appearances, while Loki and Wiccan seem to be working on getting images of Doom's castle.

Whatever's going on and whoever she winds up throwing in with, whether it's these people or a subset or somebody else altogether, having a robot will help.

Was this guy even a tinker? This is a weirdly simple robot. It does look like it'd work, he didn't just animate metal with a Master power, but it's so straightforward. She has the signal receipt bit hijacked in short order for her onboard Rete instance to operate, and then she can get a spare battery from under a hip panel and hook it up to that. Rete eats the software and holds it in suspended animation for her to make some quick and dirty edits so it'll stay slaved to Rete. She could make it its own software solution but then it'd be autonomous and she doesn't trust it, this is not software tinker grade output here and she could probably rejigger it wholesale but it belonged to a guy who capenamed himself "Doom" so it's not something she wants to make too load-bearing.

Presently Rete can pilot the robot. "Okay," she says, "my AI's running this thing now."