"Civilian! A mandatory curfew is in effect. Return to your home immediately."

"This is pointless." He muttered to himself. "The war is over." Cocking her head to the side Anna glanced over for a moment to Macready before smirking.

"Irrelevant!" The Mr. Gutsy replied, being in the good mood she was in Anna placed a hand on Nate's shoulder when she walked up to him as the Mr. Gutsy continued with his protocol. "Under the terms of the Martial Act Law, Section 12.J, those refusing to comply with a curfew order are to be pacified." She mouthed 'watch and learn' with a wink before stepping forward earning the Mr. Gutsy's attention. "Repeat, will you comply?"

"Will you comply?"

"You've got to be kidding..." She heard Nate grumble from behind her and Macready chuckle in response.

"Repeat, will you comply?"

"Will you comply?"

"Repeat, will you comply?"

"Will you comply?"

"Repeat, will you comply?" Nate placed a hand on her shoulder, bringing her back toward him and Macready. Anna shrugged her shoulder free and continued, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before her little trick worked.

"Will you comply?"

"Loop detected. Error. Err-." This time when Nate grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back away from the overheating Mr. Gutsy she allowed it. "Halt!"

"What did she do?" She heard Macready ask as the three of them continued to step back and the Mr. Gutsy began to turn a bright orange color and repeat his protocol.

"Civilians! A mandatory curfew is in effect. Return to your home immediately!" He was yellow at this point.

"Play dumb," Anna winked as she looked over at Nate. "It'll make it all the more hilarious." She finished whispering. Nate gave her a questioning look, but sighed and stopped moving as he spoke. Which that in itself was a bit of a surprise for Anna, Nate and she didn't exactly get along. Or rather, she absolutely adored working with the popsicle, he didn't care too much for how she did things. Or heckled him.

But heckling was fun.

"A…curfew." Knowing it wasn't going to be much longer before he blew it was Anna's turn to grab Nate, by his forearm, and usher him back. She had been on the receiving end of one of the self-destruction modes one too many times. The last thing she wanted was for a piece of shrapnel to embed itself in the General. Especially after she had promised to bring him back in one piece to dad.

"By order of Provisional Governor Graham—." The explosion was just as bad as she remembered it being the first time she had found this little flaw in programming. And the shrapnel that made itself at home in her left shoulder didn't feel too great either. Both her and Nate's Geiger counters spiked for a few seconds before silencing.

"Do I even want to know?" Nate asked picking himself up off the ground as she did so.

"Depends, I'd have to know what you were going to ask cowboy."

"Oh, I think I know." Macready interrupted, "How did you know that was going to work?"

"Would it make you feel any better if I said I didn't?" She lied easily enough as she stabbed herself with a stimpak.

"No. No it wouldn't." Nate replied with a frown and his brows drawn together. Finished with the conversation Anna had heard Nate, but was already a good couple paces ahead of him and rummaging through the Mr. Gutsy remains. "