They'd been at this point more than once. Two droids arrived every thirty seconds. When they could be easily beaten, they were just a distraction. But even as the cold slowed them down, it wasn't stopping them. It just meant there'd be more when the second round caught up.

But there might be a chance to shake them in the next corridor. It was a typical Logan's Run design. A series of heavy, metal chompers to crush things vertically or horizontally. In ideal conditions, she might have time to watch to figure out a pattern. But with droids quickly incoming, there was no time. Which meant it was all instincts.