She had a hard time, keeping her stoic expression at the sight of the massive tree, sprouting between the snowy mountains. There were a lot of emotions bubbling up. Suspicion, doubt, worry, elation, nervousness, relief, she suppressed these emotions, as she had to beep a calm and collected mind as the commander.
aww, that's sweet . . . as long as she didn't kill them.
After reaching the bottom of the Workshop she used her mystic code the Bronze-Link Manipulators which had four large limbs expand from the back of her wheelchair and she connected her soul and nerves to the canine brains that were attached to the back of her wheelchair and she sent a mental command to the beloved souls of the dogs she helped raise and then put into the mystic code after they died in her early teens.