The troll's words of assurance met Arc with some surprise. Tch...clear that she didn't grow up in the streets like me. No tough love. Still, she's right Glancing away, she gave a slow nod as she sat there as they arrived closer to the dwarves' hideout, Tuskaloosa and Yelena gearing up the Scorpions. I have to be there to hand off this mojo slinger...but from what I've learned of mojo and drek, I ain't getting patched up anymore right away. Well, will do good with convincing NineLives I need some time anyhow, hehe...ow
As the troll went to what seemed to be park the bike, Arc tilted her head, a bit confused. "Hoi Tuska...how you getting there?" Her answer came by a bit strange, and prompted a bit of a sigh from the human. At least having some way to contribute positively was helping her, but her smile had yet to return. "An' what, have Yelena waitin'? Sides, you run and y'all finna be a mess by the time you get there...stealth won't mean drek if they smell ya coming, ya feel me?" Lifting her cyberarm, which hurt significantly less to move than her flesh arm, gesturing to her borrowed bike. "Just get in close with the Scorps--I can at least pilot em back here"
With that, as her two team members hopped onto their respective rides, their passengers in place, Arc sat back, pulling up the drone feeds and making sure that they were linked to her teammates as well...those that were conscious at least. Activating her transceiver, she spoke into it with a muted tone.
"I've got eyes on you, so I'll know when's to take the bikes back. Just keep casual and low..they made the car, not the bikes, so long as you don't go crazy, y'all be fine. Things go bad, get the drek outta there, you feel me? Ja Sep'a, chummers"
With that, Arc gave a sigh as she sat there, Marco focusing his attention on the cat and absorbed with the feeds, concentrating on his magic. The mechanic was about to open her mouth to speak to him, but noted the focusing and stopped with nothing more than a little noise. Grunting, she forced herself up despite the protests of Alyce, waving him off as she held her side, stepping over to where Firefly lay. The wounds looked..mostly healed, just a gash in the fabric of the suit where the door had pierced her. She was breathing...but likely passed back out from the whole deal. Don't blame her..
Remembering how the teen was with her dress, Arc shifted on her feet and took a sidelong glance before moving her arm, the cybernetic fingers deftly grabbing a fold of cloth from her head-scarf-thingy, draping it over her chest to cover the gash. The mechanic knew little to nothing about mojo, or auras, or whatever, or even if her presence was felt from this state, but if she couldn't support the two ladies about to jack some serious wheels, then she could at least support those she put in direct peril...
After a short time, Arc noted how her team had pulled near the scene and had started to dismount from the pair of Scorpions. Mentally giving a nod, she reached out into the 'Trix, pulling up the interface UI's for each of the vehicles and taking control, pulling them back to the hideout in a bit of a roundabout fashion, so as to throw off any would-be suspectors. These halfers did good by them...no sense in taking unnecesary risks now.