The robot is the size of an overgrown monster, when Yu-Goth Emperor Kadathra opens the portal and summons it overhead. Well - "summons" is, maybe, giving him a bit more credit than he deserves, in hindsight, since it almost crushed him beneath one foot on its falling way out of the tear in space and time it came out of, but Kadathra was, Sweet Princess had to admit, not as smart as you'd think an incredibly powerful overlord of a roving horde of evildoers and quite literal hope stealers would be even if he really was that terrifyingly powerful to face in an actual fight, so the fact that part one of his final gambit to complete whatever plan he'd come to Earth to do all those months ago in the first place started out with what was effectively a pratfall caused by his own shortsightedness really wasn't out of character for him.
So she's not going to blame herself for the fact that she leghook backdrop suplexed the robot - and with it, the poor dears inside it - halfway across the city and into the artificial lake complex out of pure reflexive panic, either, but she's very glad the tall blue member of the Something-or-Other Rangers was able to talk the rest of them down from firing back, on account of her action very nearly convincing them she was in cahoots with Kadathra, instead.
Imagine that. Her, in cahoots. She can't even cahoots a junebug. She's lucky enough the other Sweets have any respect for her as it is, with how often she puts her left foot down on her right the minute she has to think about what she's doing. Certainly she's not who she'd have picked to be everyone's leader.
On the other hand - there's something about this red Ranger, the one all these Somethingers pay attention to - a sincerity she finds disarmingly familiar, for all that everything else about them isn't what she's expecting. They've a feywild look to them, under the helmet, lankier than she is but with none of her knock-kneed gazelle-like shyness about them, and the way they move, it makes her wonder if they were a dancer before all this, but they're all bluster and brashness and no manners at all ... and if it hadn't been for the guarded look she happened to catch between their eyes and the rest of these Whoevers, she thinks that might've been all she let herself take them as. After all, they're all at least a head taller than her, and the rest of the Sweets are still catching up, and here she is, having to put on some sort of welcome that both downplays what it implied when she threw their poor robot into a lake and doesn't have them all convinced she's some dunder-headed know-nothing they can't get any help from at all -
But, well. There's a little red in her clothes, too, among the ruffles and the pink. Maybe they're just as unsure about if they can handle what-all's been asked of them as a leader as she is.
She takes a deep breath, nods to herself, and holds out her hand with a smile. She's gotten this far trusting in the best in people, after all. She'd be a fool to stop doing it now, this close to doomsday.
"Please," she says, earnestly. "We may have only just met, and I can't say I know you from an anthill, but I want to believe you're here to help. Will you give me a chance to explain?"
