(( Yea I'm all out of ideas so... ))
Play dead, think happy thoughts about the robot that tried to kill me being ripped apart piece by piece.....
[will:5]
You imagine the robot being torn apart piece by piece by grand golden angels shaped like you.
"A moving, armored, data storage device. Interesting idea. Can I have a quick check of the data you carry, just to make sure we aren't getting cheated?"
Take a quick look at the data to see if it's all there. Also take the time to have a look over the robot to see if it has any means of sending the data back, communicating with other devices wirelessly, or having any means of manipulation of the insides of the shuttle for when we leave it and go into stasis.
You don't see any ports or ways to access the data, nor any ways it might be sending data back anywhere. It's surface is completely smooth, save for where the legs connect. It doesn't even seem to have sensors to see with.
Head back to the extraction point.
You start hobbling back toward the extraction point for some reason, despite that fact that no one told you everyone was leaving and that you're unprotected and injured, hobbling down the center of the street.
'Oh c'mon Bishop, now you're just being paranoid. Let's keep moving, we still have a long way to go.
In fact, maybe you should boost ahead and prepare everything in advance, so that we can leave as soon as we get there.'
Continue with the convoy to the extraction point.
Roger keeps going with the group.
Keep on following.
"I wonder how long I have been in stasis."
Keep on truckin'
"Eh, let Bishop do what he wants. Besides, we've already established that the bots tend to go specifically after the one who fucks with them, so he's really just endangering himself. And who knows, maybe this is a trap, maybe it's filled with candy!"
The team continues on, completely forgetting their wounded teammate who is hobbling back, alone and unescorted, through a city of killer robots. They make it to D and 1.