Does This Mecha Stay Cooked?

You drag your tired body to the window. Parked downstairs is your only asset: a rusty second-hand pickup truck, with the outline of a huge object tightly covered with a tarp in the back compartment. You looked at it with complicated eyes. The neighbor kid points to your car and shouts: "Mom, look! That uncle has a big robot in his car!" His mother quickly took the child away: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just... A pile of scrap metal." You didn't speak, you just connected your phone to a secret encrypted interface, and the blue light from the screen illuminated your pale face. Under the tarpaulin, the mecha's eye sensors faintly and synchronously flashed the same faint blue.