"Chillax, brothers. We just defeated a whoooole bunch o' heavily armed stormtroops and a blood mage in a battle armorough. Big Daddy Schmitt's gonna manage our safe journey home."
She winks at Dr. Schmitt, smiling at the notion of his precious gift.
"Und dann gemma moi ordentlich an stemma. Und waunst du sogst, du host ka Zeit, dann werde i dei commlink rapen, bis dei Terminkalenda nur mehr Herzal und Hakerl spuckt, mon ami. Comprendre, si?
bnc could have walked on her own, but then, being carried by a muscular, good-looking troll, enjoying the sensation of relative weightlessness, the beautiful color of the auras around her, floating on a cloud of something like a relaxed euphoria... well, there's no reason to complain about that.
She cares little about the spoils (safe for the Fairlight, that is) and allows Krestov to stuff her wherever he chooses to put her. That is, as long as it is a window-seat. She just can't resist the temptation to enjoy the aura of the most alive thing on Earth: the Ocean. She would swim for that herself, if must be. She tries to hold on this moment for as long as she can, because she can already her that twisted demon voice in her head, softly whispering: You know that you acquired a new traumatising experience, little bnc. It's waiting for you, and even Deepweed can't protect you forever.
bnc tells it mentally to shut up, swallows another Whoom! and escapes into a beautiful world of colors, fish and happiness.