[There's a loud squeak from over their heads. Bull's eye! Or bat's stomach, close enough. Winded, the Spirit flaps in desperation, but it's already lost enough altitude; slowly and erratically, but inexorably all the same, it carries on spiralling downwards.

One advantage of all the glaring neon in this place is that it's pretty difficult to tell when Naoto really has gone faintly pink.] W-Well... not as such... [Quite deliberately, she keeps her eyes on the robot as it potters into the glowing circle and begins its arduous march across it.] It's simply a casual hobbyist's experiment. In being brought here, I was caught... rather off guard, I must admit. [Yes, let's just talk about the robot itself, and avoid all mention of what it was in there for. Never mind who it was for. That sounds like a plan.

The unplanned part comes a second later, when her stunned bat bonks straight into the robot from above and knocks it onto its side before bouncing back out of the ring.]