[The robot continues to lurch forward; perhaps one of its legs is a bit misaligned; the clank of its pace is just a bit off. Maybe it wouldn't be that difficult to knock it off balance, maybe it wouldn't run quite as fast as the other 'bots. One arm seems to be locked outstretched high above it; the other hanging limply at its side; this is obvious from the lightning-like sparking coming alternately from its shoulder and what seems to be a sunken eye socket, artificial skin sagging from its cheeks.

It seems to head directly towards them a few plodding paces...there is probably enough time to make a run for it, though Ema doesn't seem to be doing anything, save for crouching there, tense and wide-eyed as it draws closer]