I can imagine these three wandering a post-apocalyptic/dystopian landscape, the bot and woman bickering like siblings with the spider drone following like a dog.
Bike mech: "My ammunition reserves are nunnaya damn business!"
Drone: "Purrrp?"
Stina: "Catch-phrase!"
Bike mech: "All I'm saying is that humans are terribly ill-equipped for survival in hostile situations. Lower life forms have an easier time; Camels for instance, they can store water in fat reserves and possess flaps of skin to cover their orifices so sand does n-"
Stina: "I don't know where your vocal synthesizer is, but I will shoot until I find it if you don't SHUT THE F*** UP!"
Drone: *oblivious happy robot chirps*