There's a moment when he remembers how much simpler life was at the Academy. Felt like so many cycles ago, and now he was almost always caught up in data storm of some random execution. All a part of the process, he supposed, but this was really something else. Luckily for Tensai, Bob was used to working on the fly. Although he wasn't too happy about the limited time given to say yet another temporary goodbye. If only he could send a readme from the outside. Let them know he's alright. Hey, maybe even there was a backup of him still inside--wait, maybe he shouldn't actually think about that.

Still, it didn't go beyond the Guardian--his current status. Very much out of the energy stream, here. His abilities only went so far. This wasn't cyberspace, after all. So with a momentary frown, Bob joined the crusade out and up, a quite "alright, alright" when directed to hush. The Sprite is quite nimble, easily outrunning whoever pursued them and easily making his way up the ladder and into a window.

Only problem was that they hopped right into someone's kitchen. Who turned around and promptly screamed, frying pan in hand. Bob rose his hands palm out, showing he was unarmed. "Whoa, hey. Think we got the wrong window, didn't we?" Talking to you Mr. let's zip into home.