The two stood distant from each other, Otto unsure about the level of circumstances as Isobel was at ease with high alerts.

She walked around and looked at the ruined place. It was a pitiful habitat to dwell in and wondered why he decided to stay here.

"Why do you stay here? This area... is not pretty. You can't see the sky." Said Isobel wandering around the place at every nook and cranny. She looked over and noticed something odd; Otto was focused on his mechanical limbs as if he was communicating with them in a particular course. Isobel was curious once more and approached him closely, examining his unique mechanical properties.

"Your arms, it's strong. What is it?"

Otto just sighs at her tiring inquires, "They're a harness for fusion-based energy. An artificial intelligence for maintaining control of my fusion reactor."

Isobel didn't understand what he meant and just nodded with mouth agape, "Artificial intelligence?" She said.

Otto gave a glance at her as if he was mystified by her lack of understanding. "You don't understand much, do you?"

She shook her head in response. "That's why I'm here. To learn what...things you do here." She said innocently. He just eyed her meandering around the place, waiting for some unforeseen intention to rise. She sat down on a rigid surface and just curled her legs, playing with her sphere.

"Well... what are you waiting for?"

Otto snapped out of his reverie gaze and turned around where there was an emptiness where a pile of scraps by the looks of it. "I need money..." He mumbled, "...- But I'm no criminal. I- I can't just steal."

Suddenly, Isobel appeared by his side unexpectedly, "Money? Why?"

"-So I can get the components for my machine." He sternly replied. Isobel was lost in thought for a moment, "I can get you money." She smiled in uneasiness.

Otto glanced in her in interest, intrigued by her suggestion. "You can?"

She nodded, "Hmph!"

"It'll be fun! I'll actually have a purpose here! A...- what do you call it?- A heist?"

Otto was oddly staggered by her enthusiasm for conducting mischief and lawlessness, but if it'll be great to not have to get his hands dirty for his project. Before he spoke, one of his mechanical tentacles snapped at him, clamping its nib together as if they were interfering with his decision-making. He listened closely and spoke with doubt, "How can I trust you?"

"I could've ended you many times. - But no. As you know- I will help. I want to. Y' know. To have joy!"

He exhaled harshly, stepping away from her as he needed to take a break from all this madness. "Fine. Just get me the money. We've wasted enough time already."

Isobel nodded while smiling, accepting the quest for her new friend. Before she stepped out to leave, Otto stopped her to say, "Wait."

"Mmm?" Said Isobel.

"...Maybe get a pair of new clothes. -You too." He said before walking away.

Isobel tilted her head in confusion as she looked at herself. "Yes. Clothes."

Finally, she pounced through the air, disappearing into the night.

Perhaps this was better, the night where she felt stronger, the perfect opportunity to strike when there was no one.

There was a familiar place that had money, a big establishment called the New York Bank. With no sense of deception or stealth this time, Isobel glanced at the large doors and blasted the glass off of it, revealing an entrance. Within an instant impact, an alarming sound arose as Isobel entered inside the bank with respite, focusing on her goal.

The bank wasn't empty as she finally noticed a couple of security guards already startled at her intrusion. Their guns aimed intently at her but before they could do anything, Isobel released a gravity bubble in the area where the desks, items, and guards began to float within the absent gravity.

She strides her way towards a big vault, analyzing it before yanking it with a telekinetic pull. Isobel struggled for a bit but the vault managed to break open. Finally, she dug her hands into the bags of money, gold coins, and stashes of cash; how comical. Grabbing as much as she can she began to hear sirens surrounding the area, flashing lights of red and blue. With a sufficient amount of stash, a group of policemen approached her at a distance, their weapons aimed intently at her, then, they shouted with caution.

"Put your hands up! Drop the money!"

Isobel slowly faced them, gradually sinking the money inside her orb, it acted like a satchel of her own. Then she raised her arms above just as they said.

"Hey hey! Where did you put the money!?"

Isobel then walked forward, still lifting her hands, a smirk glinting across her face.

The tension was rising as the policemen grew closer to the trigger.

Her feet began to speed up, now dashing through them like a speeding train where large forceful energy passed through the policemen as if they were hollow figures on a board.

In the middle of it all, the policemen attempted to shoot directly at her but the bullets just passed through her, as the air fell weightless. Isobel giggles at their attempts. Finally, she pounced through the air and escaped the scene where she found herself at a nearby street of stores and boutiques. The mannequins on the display glass attracted her and she pressed her fingers along the glass until it broke. A violet off-shoulder, dress. It looked glamorous and comfortable, and it was exactly what she needed.

Isobel took this short opportunity to pass through several stores, taking whatever was interesting and valuable to her. Clothes, Entertainment, all the many things she managed to obtain.

They didn't stop at her tail, they strode through the streets as Isobel dashed through the city with excitement and glee. The street started to grow and flourish as more civilians; humans took notice of her pouncing through the city, now in their spotlight as a new strange villain. But, she knew she had to stop this chase and return to her friend with no trail behind her.

The beginning of her havoc started careless and destructive but she managed to leave the streets with quiet, lightweight footsteps.

The hours passed, promptly, the evening started to grow serene. Before Isobel entered the ruined fortress located in the middle of the water, she decided to take a swim, fully submerging herself in the peaceful waters before taking herself on land.

Amongst the darkness, the pitiful place needed something more, but through the dark pillars and structures, she couldn't find Otto in plain sight.

Within a few steps in, she saw him, he was slouched over against a surface, leaning in discomfort with his eyes closed. Isobel looked at him; his dark brown hair, and somewhat larger physique, pale skin, as dressed himself in rags. When she approached him, she crouched down and poked his shoulder and that triggered him to shift in response, his mechanical arms unexpectedly raised in a threatening matter. However, he acknowledged that Isobel had returned, a strange, yet familiar being of his. She continued to gawk at him with glaring eyes, gazing at him eerily.

"You've returned," he said. Isobel nodded and watched him weakly standing on his two feet.

"What are you doing?" She asked, cocking her head in puzzlement.

Her odd question made him glance, "Sleeping."

She darted at the side and said, "Ohh, you're tired."

Otto glanced back at her lack of common features that humans possessed but quickly brushed the thought off, "Did you bring what I asked for?"

"Mhm!" She pulled her orb in front of her and expanded the force around it, pulling a dozen of stashes out of the sphere. After that, she pulled out some clothes, random items, and a television.

"What the hell is all this?" Said Otto peculiarly.

"You told me to grab money... and clothes! I also grabbed stuff... I liked..."

Otto endorsed it anyway, she still got what he wanted despite all the hoardings. He brought the stashes of money closer to him with his tentacles and was satisfied with the results. Looking at himself, he was starting to get tired of the dirty rags that he had been wearing for a while now.

"Clothes?" He said, gesturing for her to retrieve the garb for him. Through the piles of fresh clothes along the planks, she searched through and sought for male apparel; a set of pants, a shirt, and a large dark coat. He seemed to have taken his time and shortly noticed that Isobel was removing her clothes with no sense of decency. She was just becoming excited to change into her new set of clothes.

"Isobel!" He shouted her name for the first time and Isobel just glanced at him in response; halfway undressed.

"What are you doing?!" His voice rose in volume at the inappropriate exposure.

"Changing. I want to wear my new clothes." Isobel continued to change and Otto realized that he couldn't and shouldn't do anything else about it, turning to look away.

After a moment of switching into a fresh, new attire, Isobel took a spin and was pleased with her new clothes. A violet sweater, clean and comfortable against her bare skin.

"So, you have what you need?" She questioned.

After a moment of silence, Otto shrouded himself in the dark before saying, "Yes."

"I'll be needing to get my components now that I have the money." He was wandering around the ruined warehouse, pondering and planning his next step.