Elita pauses in her surveil of the doors, turning slowly to face the robots after they speak. Her costume and mask fully hide her expression, turning her nearly robotic herself as she stares at the figures around the electric vans.

A moment later, she speaks, the amusement not quite flattened from her voice by her mask. "Heh. Guess I deserved that. Even if you really aren't able to think." She turns back to watch the door, letting the others handle dealing with the gas; she's used to doing one task while the rest is taken care of by others.