Goodnight gives a long, lazy look around. Violence is brewing on the air, and for the first time in a year, she welcomes it. Her SecondSkin goes a smoky grey color, and the back, from neck to hips, disappears entirely. Her collar is glowing with opalescent fire, and on her back is a glowing LED tattoo of bright green feathers with silver bones. A celtic knot in the same color is visible on the point of her right hip, and a slowly-rippling biotattoo in basic black, a ring and halo symbol, becomes visible through the grey opposite it.
"Frag fame. Frag fame, and saints, and numbers." Goodnight says idly. "I have a job to do. I will guide you through Below, all of you. We are not through Below, and I was picked to deal with the threats we might face. I admit to not expecting murderous clowns with a deathwish, but needs must..." She looks at Isaint, and the smile she shoots him is a wicked little thing, full of promise and malice, but not directed at him. For him, the expression is approving, even comradely. "Can you handle your end?" She asks calmly. "Because if they make a move, I figure Nitro will turn the first five or so into samosa filling, and then it will be up to us."
As she speaks, she sends a quick message to ShadowDancer and Girl Flower. Girl Flower wasn't guaranteed to show up, but ShadowDancer, her sister Victoria, would. In a fit of curiosity, she'd once clocked her sister's speed. She'd always been fast, but HMHVV had turned the sweet girl into a bullet with legs. Should could run better than twenty meters per second and sustain it. At a sprint, she simply defied clocking. Her home was approximately a klick and a half of tunnels away. She does a bit of math, figuring in the time to grab the sword and wargear, and then best speed and came up with ninety seconds. Goodnight nods to herself. Good enough.
<<Trouble at Nightside's east entrance. Murderous elf clowns. GF, if you're in the area your mojo would be welcome. We might need some patching up afterwards. SD, get your ass in gear. This might be a show, and we've got scared kids with us. And...bring the blade. Time to remember old lessons.>>