Arc watched with open and alert eyes as the Whollyhells dispersed, followed quickly by the exchange between Jaime and Blue. To be honest, the little human had dreaded the thought of her Vruk encountering a Howler up to this point, getting the feeling that the gangers would treat him much like she remembered being treated growing up. But here he was, holding his ground with the confidence of an Alpha, even slinging out a street handle and rebuking against the declared Sh'pita. Afterwards, Arc gave an assuring nod to Blue about the reporting to Sarge and the potential increased watch.
"Ya do what ya feel needa do, Skraa'cha. Appreciated." She withheld from howling with the others: while definitely her roots, it was clear that Arc didn't consider herself a true Howler anymore, instead nodding in salute before helping with the cleaning.
One thing's for certain, if Howlers didn't know I had a Vrukart before, they sure hella do now. She exchanged a few words with her neighbors in thanks and encouragement, a good distraction, but maybe her Sruiken'kal and definitely her Vruk could see she was still a bit shaken up by the ordeal.
"And they kicked her out cuz she was even stupider than she was ugly."
Those two words echoed in her brain, taking her back to her adolescent days under the Howlers' boots. As she carried the lamps in and stepping back out, she was almost shaking. As the gathering had finally departed, leaving the three the sole occupants of the sidewalk before Yelena left, Jaime made a move, pulling the short girl in with hands holding her at the waist, forehead touching forehead. Sharing a silent moment, Arc could feel his concern and worry as if they were mindlinked, and eventually spoke up, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.
"I...there's some drek ya needa know about me. I grew up under those guys after lost m'fam, the Howlers. All-trog gang took me in, making me pretty much the only breeder to be one of them, even if I was just some beating post to them. Most of the time before I got out, and even a bit after, they fixed ta callin' me the ugliest, stupidest runt of the litter what dinna deserve the chance to hunt or eat. It...kinda sticks in the noggin, yknow? It's been a while since I've heard those...thought I was stronger, shoulda been stronger..."A lone tear trailed down her cheek, which she quickly wiped up before looking at him, her smile slowly returning.
"Gotta be strong. Protect my awesome man with the cool name I wanna hear about, protect my turf, protect what's mine. I gotta meetup tonight with a crew. Night job stuff, but if you wanna stick around, I don't see why we can't ride off into the night together?"She blushed a bit, realizing she was unusually wordy and soft than her reputation gave off, part of her kinda relieved that noone close to her besides Jaime witnessed it (unless Yelena is the voyeur type...y'never know). At that moment, she heard a clearing of someone's throat, breaking away from Jaime to turn and see a lean, older ork man in dark clothes.
"I'm Blake. Arc gave me this address."
Brushing a stray lock of hair from her eyes, the short human girl stood up straight, giving a nod.
"Ya talking to her, omae. Nice t'put a name to a face. Head on into the garage, we meeting up in there." Soon after, she waved over the wandering and meandering Ambrose, directing him to the same place and joining them shortly after, with or without her Vruk in tow as the group finally got together face to face.