What is with these giant robots and their complete lack of consideration for those around them? America's beginning to believe it's a racial trait.

A good part of her decision to let them talk it out before approaching them is to pick up any juicy tidbits. Information that she should know when dealing with the two of them. And, while the conversation's been enlightening, it's very obviously over. However, the other half of her decision is simply that she couldn't figure out how to approach these two without seeming ridiculous. Like an ant approaching a dinosaur. Or a gnat, if she decides to fly.

She takes the ground-based approach, pulling her helmet mic out to address the two of them so she doesn't have to bellow. "If you two are quite done..." The comparatively teeny Beeny waves a trio of... citations. Yeah. Two for noise pollution. One for reckless... backflipping? Oh. Yeah, she'd meant to get to Drift earlier, but had been distracted by other matters. "The three of us have some business to go over."