There was nothing like a giant robot to bring like-minded people together. Another tense moment of reflection came as the robot stilled, allowing Bobbi to wave awkwardly at the helpful woman for her intervention and give her a thumbs up. That seemed to have actually done something this time. Maybe it didn't like the cold. Unfortunately, that was where the good fortune stalled. The big, angry tin can didn't appear to have ears, per se, just big, smooth, round plates on the sides of its head. That was about the only orifice Bobbi was willing to risk climbing into, so that idea fell flat quickly. Maybe the other chick could freeze its mouth open. "How do we get inside it?" Bobbi fielded.
In the sky, a flash of light caught her eye, drawing her attention to watch Iron Man arc...right on by them, toward Times Square and the rolling current of bodies and chaos. Her exclamation of frustration, because that fool could have lent a hand up here, was short-lived as she saw one of the weird, clone army get tossed into the air, then another, and a third back toward the weird hole they had come through. It landed, more strangle, with a splash. Sludgy water was sloshing over the lip of their hell portal, like the rip had burst the pipes in the bisected building. Nothing that came from that hole was from a place Bobbi knew, though. More importantly, and she tapped Spider-man's head enthusiastically to get him to look as well, it was knitting itself back together, inch by inch, from the bottom up, dragging One Times Square upright again. Maybe they could get all the toys back in the toybox...