By the time Spider-man left her, Bobbi could still only give a dreamy kind of wave, her stomach forgotten somewhere up on the robot's shoulder and spinal column in the air where Spider-Man had snapped them out of the line of danger. It felt awesome. It was like a free-fall without the finality and flying without the safety of control. It did something totally weird to Bobbi's hair. She patted it experimentally with both hands, only drawn out of her trance by the sight of eensy weensy Spider-Man spiraling his way around the giant. Oh, yeah.
Clambering into the cockpit of the crane, Bobbi tried to take quick stock of her controls and was instantly kind of lost. There wasn't a lot going on, but none of it was familiar, and none of the switches were doing anything. Keys, keys, keys...keyhole! The only thing Bobbi had on her was her cellphone, which she slapped against the console to shatter into smaller shards and sort through them carelessly to find one that would jam into the ignition. That was better. Lights were blinking and diesel was chugging and one of these levers was bound to do something.
Bobbi looked up just in time to see Misty tumble down the robot's shoulder, just as the steel ball was gathering its momentum to hurtle toward the thing's impenetrable stomach.