Y follows sedately behind them. Despite the jumpsuit, she's clearly doing nothing to hide her ease with the situation; there's no roll of fear to her shoulders or shortening to her stride as she meanders along in their wake. Either she's done this before, or she's confident in her ability to get back out regardless of what Ilde and the Darkling get themselves into.

The android click clacks along the hall before them, marching cheerfully along the corridor. Eventually, they arrive at a security checkpoint flanked by a series of organic and inorganic security personnel. The droid tootles out a greeting. A second four legged unit wobbles back and forth in return then, pleasantries exchanged, their escort goes dead still as it interfaces with the checkpoint's signal and begins transferring their falsified data into the booking system.

"How long does this usually take?" Y cheerfully asks one of the organic personnel. He gives her a blank look in return.

Boop. Their escort reanimates as the file transfer finishes. The security checkpoint sighs open and the posted unit clacks it's front legs up and down as if to say goodbye as they're led through to the other side.