Bobbi didn't really know what the other woman was doing, but while she stared at her with some awe the big robot was slowly moving its head side to side. Not well versed in Giant Robot Custom, Bobbi wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but none of them had died yet so maybe it kind of tickled. The technique probably wouldn't get them very far very fast-- not as fast as jumping in its mouth would, anyway.
The second Spider-Man pointed them toward the construction, Bobbi could have clapped in excitement. So it didn't have the graceful finesse of steadily controlling the robot's movement, but Bobbi did like the idea of the kind of sound the wrecking ball slamming into it's giant gut might make. "Oh, can I? I want to. I have wrecking ball certification," she insisted. That might not have been a real thing, but Bobbi was fairly certain that was part of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent qualifications. It couldn't be much harder than a jet.