Upon arriving to their "waiting area", Arc had remained oddly silent, focusing on carrying her brunt of the luggage and then some. She avoided eye contact with Nikolai, and gave a nod and nothing more to Dreammaker. Sighing, she placed her bags in the main room and shut the door behind her.
The sounds must have been muffled between rooms or so she hoped as a but of homesickness left her retching for a little while. Washing her face out, she looked herself in the mirror. Need to focus on something...fraaag... going to her bags, she pulled out her set of drones, using her arm tools to tune them, double checking connections and her mods so they wouldn't fail in the important moment....she hopes..
..even still, that task did not take nearly enough time to wait to move forward. So, pacing, the tusked mechanic tried her best to keep calm...but with the silence pervading, she felt she would soon go mad.
...a few minutes later, a knock on Yelena's door would be heard, revealing a dressed down Arc snacking off a bag of chips, eyes darting left and right. "can't prep no more, can't wait no more, think I'm gonna go inshane jusht in my head anymo. To the point I'm forgetting jusht what we be doing exactly." she walked in, plopping herself on a bare patch of bed and munching away. "you sure thish guy ain't ahcrewing ush? Becausewe Goin home when we done...ain't no way round it, yannow?"