(Sorry it took so long to respond but I'm finally locking in.)
Ink had been skipping along, chattering into the comms device Seven had given it. Always more to say. It was wonderful not being on its own to do all the talking.
It hadn't even noticed the water until it had nearly dove right in. Where the sidewalk ended, it stumbled back and tripped on the uneven ground, grazing its one palm that still had skin. It hissed, wiping pebbles off on its shirt and licking over the shallow wounds. Their blood tasted slightly sour.
"Heeeeeey guys?" It called. "Small problem."