The Old Lace escape pod continued to talk to her occasionally as it went about its business of getting Gert away from danger. One of the things missing in her encyclopedic brain was information about how to get into the systems of her mecha and turn things off. This was something that had never really bothered Gert before, but listening to the recorded voice of Stacey Yorkes saying soothing, comforting things while she watched her home fall to the ground was infuriating.
She couldn't see things very well through, and she was locked in radio silence, likely something else done to protect her. No doubt Chase had made sure that there was a beacon to alert the 'Frog--and only the 'Frog to her whereabouts once the thing landed--but that wasn't entirely comforting in and of itself either.
Mostly because Gert already knew that there wasn't going to be a very soft landing. Also knowing her husband he probably hadn't gotten out in one of their escape pods, which meant either Molly would force him or they would both go down with the ship.
By the time Old Lace finally touched down, with a smack against the ground that sent a jolt of pain through her body, the stupid voice had started singing a lullaby. "This isn't a security protocol; it's a torture device. Open!" Gert had barely enough room to maneuver, but she still found a way to give the metal walls a good, solid kick. She needed to be out. She had to find Chase and Molly and the `Frog. Gert's medical knowledge was sub-par in comparison to Molly's, but it could still be helpful.
After what seemed like hours but was only a couple of minutes, Old Lace's normal AI kicked in. The terrible singing stopped, and the pod finally released her, restructuring itself back to the familiar form of her dinosaur. Gert barely took any notice. The moment she was free, she had taken off running, her mind churning away with worst case scenarios and odds and all sorts of other things as she tried to pinpoint where she was in relation to the `Frog.
It was not in the air. Gert dug into her jacket for a locator, hoping it hadn't gotten busted and tried to listen for people. "Chase! Molly!" she yelled. Old Lace caught her jacket and tugged determinedly. "Not now. I can't look at you."
The dinosaur kept up the tugging, purposefully pulling Gert in one direction, which was when it clicked. Old Lace was trying to get her back to the others. Gritting her teeth, Gert turned on her heel. "Well?" The dinosaur sprinted off, Gert following behind.