"Oh, yeah, sure, let me - okay, go."

And Vista is off, running around obstacles while twisting space to try to trip up the robots' navigation.

The robots can lean pretty heavily on being able to communicate with each other even when their optics and pathfinding history are out of whack. One of them chases Vista to give the others a good idea how close she is and where she's coming from.

Clever! But what if this obstacle Vista jumped over is suddenly much taller and in the path of the chasing robot.

The robots are quick, and they fly outright while Vista does not, but she can shake a tail temporarily and get closer to the one she's trying to tag.

What if she stays still for a bit and twists space around a ton before chasing the robot she's trying to tag?

It hides behind Lorica!

She meant in front of Lorica, right? Cause that's where it went. 

And where Vista is about to be.

Lorica can pirouette around it.

Vista attempts to slide under Lorica's legs but fails, barreling into her instead. 

"Oof."

"You can definitely confuse the robots. I think they'd benefit from more practice - maybe you could bring one along with you on patrol even when I'm not there?"

"Sure, that could work. I've got to remember not to try to bend space around people so much - trying to go in-between your legs hit up against my manton limit I think."

VIsta is happy to continue doing this until she's too exhausted to continue, which takes longer than one would expect given how quickly Vista is moving around the room. Towards what Vista insists will be the last round yes this time for real, another girl enters the room - muscular and similar in age to Lorica.

Lorica waves a little; the robot is doing most of its own pathing and she doesn't need to pay full attention.

The other girl nods and comes around to stand beside Lorica.

"You stuck with babysitting?"

"Powers testing."

"The tyke helps with that?" the girl asks, skeptically.

"With training my robots to work in warped space, yeah."

"That going to be useful?"

"Could be, though I suppose it's also possible it will never come up."

"Seems like a waste of time."

"The time will pass anyway."

Sophia grunts.

"Mind if I use them for target practice?" she asks. She has a crossbow slung over her back.

"If you want to give them targets to throw for you they can do that but if you shoot one I will have to fix it. Bad use of my budget."

Evidently Sophia does not want that and instead goes to shoot targets.

Eventually Vista does in fact tire herself out and things wrap up for the day.