[She is, unfortunately. Unwillingly. Yamato, she wanted to go left. You fool.

With a smile on her face, she whips out the shovel to block Yamato's path before he can get any closer to the scientists, trying to shove him back a little. Child, please.]

Oops! Sorry. I asked one of the gentlemen outside for help escorting this one, but he just wouldn't listen. It's like they're braindead or something. [A sigh, not even batting an eye at the sight before her. Her other hand is still in her pocket, and she hopes Yamato and the shovel are distracting enough that no one notices her grabbing something inside her pocket.] ... I see you're hard at work, though. Well, I won't keep you.