Mech Pilot who is going to see if this place let's them use their drive-thru window.
"Look", Broadside said matter of factly as she talked to a recently off-shift friend between fries. "I'm telling you, Sidewinder's only like, three meters. Doesn't even scratch the clearance bar. It's a baby."
The tired but bemused cook took a sip of water as they mussed with their curled hair. "That doesn't mean it won't clog up the drive thru. Besides, don't you have a... fuck, like, a motion mapping thing for that?"
"Yeah, precision motion sensor for fine motor control. What's your point?"
Another sip, and a very slight smirk. "The volume on that speaker always makes you jump. Last thing we need is a gal the size of a truck cab stumbling over the divider."
"...I don't always jump." Broadside muttered, holding back a giggle herself.