"Yeah, that's a typical model. That looks like a Class-B, a worker drone."

Priss crouched back down, digging her hands around in the innermetal, but more boomers weren't so effortlessly forthcoming. The puddle had shrunk by almost exactly one fifth. "Looks like that's the only damaged part. You can just set it down somewhere, I doubt it'll stay on its feet on its own."

She rocked back onto her heels again, and stood. "Boomers can all merge, they're all... clones of each other, remember? Even if they look very different. This one doesn't have a core, of course, so it's just... parts."

Parts which at least looked more like something Genos would be familiar with. The bulky 'worker drone' had visible bolts and hoses and it surely had wiring under its protective plating. It was humanoid, but it otherwise didn't try to pass as human in any way.

It smelled a little... scorched. Burned wiring, at the very least.