Alia would have found some way to insist. She'd have no choice after all. And there wasn't any such thing as a 'civilian' among Reploids when humans were in danger.

Another can whizzes past, flying over her head as another hits the makeshift shield with enough force to drive itself partway through, vibrating with... rage? Maybe? Were these capable of that much higher thought? She wasn't sure, and, frankly, she didn't care much. "Through the hole in the wall it is. I guess we're lucky that happened." She can't quite claim it was planned, after all.

Alia's not quite heavy, but she's got internal systems that help her keep her balance, even if she should end up rolling, she'd maintain balance. Of course, being able to put her weight down on big ol' stompy boots also helped there. What's making Alia slow, isn't backing up, it's keeping an eye on Dojima and making sure he doesn't fall and injure himself. Nevermind the thuds and splintering noises as they're peppered with a surprising number of soda cans