Good. Follow me, my young companion.

[He gets Turing safely to the exit of the coliseum without any harm coming to the little robot. Then they are out in the city, the dilapidated conditions much more apparent in the streets. A large raven comes hurtling down, landing on the ground near the pair of them. Fetch watches Turing with his beady eyes, unsure of what to make of this newcomer.]

This is Fetch. He is my companion. Don't worry, he won't harm you.