It was hard to imagine that, only hours ago, she was so mad at him she was ready to blast him off into space.
Now, however, frail and struggling for life in her arms...WALL-E's future meant more to EVE than anything else.
She saw the Steward-Bot nearby, bullying a poor little VN-GO into submission. The gun in her arm came out instantly. It was time to send a message.
She flew right up to the Steward. She placed the barrel directly at its face, waiting to hear that little click.
Click.
She then coralled the Steward into its own cage, taking VN-GO with her and flying off toward her destination. A small part of her smiled as she heard her message coming from the voice of the Axiom's Computer: "Caution: Rogue Robots. Caution: Rogue Robots. Caution..."
She'd been labeled Rogue once already, of course. In that same far-off time when she had felt anger at WALL-E, she had accidentally made herself look like quite the menace to the Steward taking her picture for all the Axiom to see and fear.
There was no accident this time.
She wanted them to know this time. ALL of them. The people willing to sit back and let their lives be run into the ground until they had lost all meaning...the robots so restricted by their Directives that they could treat their own as discards and garbage to be tossed aside...but most of all, she wanted HIM to know...she wanted AUTO to know exactly what she was going to do to him.
He had hurt WALL-E...WALL-E, who had stayed by her side as she slept...who showed her treasures and trinkets she'd never dreamed of before...who had opened up a flame inside of her that held the secrets of life itself within its glow. AUTO had hurt him. And as her picture flashed out onto the many decks of the Axiom, eyes slanted with rage and a gun pointed straight at every eye that looked its way, she wanted him to know. She wanted him to hear her message loud and clear:
You hurt the one I love, and now...I'm coming for you.