"I understand, I will keep that in mind," said Cassandra. "However, may I request assistance when needed?"
Lyrica followed her with a response. "Do as you wish, but take responsibility for the cause of what you did... Anyhow, give us a minute before we send you the information we may have found."
It seems that she really has no choice but to do the work manually. Looking at their situation and time, she'll just have to rely on information by contacting the HQ for personal needs. She can't hack the server as well, because it was made with the authority of their master.
Breaking the law of their master is punishable in the Valkyrie's own way. If mortals fear death, they are mechanical robots who fear the eternal loop of mentally ill illusions from their panic rooms. It's where mechanical robots reflect and become new. It's where thoughts intertwine, evolving into surreal manifestations of reality.
