Ambrosia looked up as the magnetic surface claws were prepared above. They were specially hooked claws that were covered with a low-level magnetic field, that way they could pick up mechs without damaging the interior computer systems. She deactivated the manual arm controls and deactivated the combat systems,
"Returning to normal mode, ready for transport." She stated simply, waiting for them to grab the unit, may as well stay inside. She shifted in the chair quietly then, slowly pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her head upon her chin while watching the various monitors and the screen as she was transported along with the Mark 3. She was more comfortable where she was than being outside, inside the machine she could simply take orders and perform her duty, no-one remarked about how she acted, they didn't bother her with strange things and strange concepts.

Shirley had been skeptical of Yamato's instructions, however she was respectful enough of him to not suspect foul play of some kind, hurrying with haste to the General. In terms of there not being a key, this wouldn't actually have been a problem for the technical expertise she had, she was second only to Gizmo in that regard, but she wasn't about to let her curiosity override her common sense. Even if her mind danced around the thought of opening it like a child with a closed box, she knew better. There was also the problem of time, had she ever given in to such a desire, she imagined opening it probably wouldn't be as easy as a little lock-picking.

Shirely managed to reach the meeting room, looking a little out of breath as she held out the metal case in the general direction of Makoto and Yamato, heaving her words out momentarily,
"Got it.. Here.. Haa..-" She started before taking a deep gulp of air and exhaling, "You're so mean, making me run all that way and back with this thing," She whined a little, of course it was never stated that she run, this was just another of her abnormal behaviors, eagerness to get things done so she could move on. Unfortunately her body couldn't keep up with the pace of her mind.

Meanwhile Owens was still following after Diego, the rhythmic tapping of his cane against the floor was usually a sign for most that knew him to greet him briefly, while those that didn't simply stepped aside politely on their way to whatever jobs they needed to do. Things were getting lively now that a practice run was going to occur. There would undoubtedly be damages to the practice field to repair. There was also the more-than-likely chances that if they used unmanned Units in the practice, the units would be trashed completely, which meant cleanup and salvage of whatever was left. Whatever happened, the base would be very busy.