"I'm Wendy Wittson." She told Clyde, a bit embarrassed and a lot more nervous than she'd like to give away.
Luckily for her he'd hardly made time for judgements. "Nice to meet you. Suppose you've stumbled away from the pack than huh?" He proclaimed.
"L-lost? Well yeah, that'd be right. Does that mean you're a winner here too?"
Clyde chuckled lightly, scoffing a slight 'yeah.' He reached into his pockets and pulled out a shiny pink ticket not unlike the one she had. Before he could put it back, a dainty hand grabbed it and flew off, but quickly back and around them. "What is that?!" Wendy asked.
"Oh this? I think it's called "Helper", or that's what one of the robot servanty things called it anyway."
"R-robots?" The girl poked the strange cherubic creature near it's glassy eye. A digitalized giggling echo'd out it's metallic face and circled her several times.
"What does it do?" She asked.
"Who knows, it just came upon me and the rest of the group earlier and hasn't left since. Pretty sure it's harmless though, or some kind of toy or robot like everything else here." Clyde shrugged.
Helper scanned Wendy for a bit, than floated near her pockets. She scuffled her hands inside and pulled her ticket, giving it to the very ecstatic little drone. Without hesitation, it sped off.
Giving an easy-going glance, Clyde told her to "come on" and they were in lackadaisical pursuit.
