Arc couldn't help but give a grim nod at Marco's musings. "Yeah. That hoop was prey, no doubt about it. We'll see if your new choices in friends works out for ya, eh?" She smirked, blinking and glancing back at the trash yard. "Drone...too late now omae. If I know prey like that, he's long gone. Gonna have to go on luck, but my guess would be to do it soon. He'll likely keep it tucked away until he can get home and safe, wherever that be. It won't be visible, nawsayin?" It was just then she got the comm from Yelena. "Frag...okay, we'lll have to stash your stuff after this...maybe swap vehicles so you two can ride around comfylike. We'll see, but we don't want to keep her waiting, eh?"
Without a word, Arc weaved through the traffic to the location that Yelena provided, the human taking extra care to follow the traffic laws. "Just say the case is some personal drek or something. Never has to know" She mentioned in regard to their Russian elf. Eventually, and hopefully without much delay, the pair pulled up right behind the Scorpion, the human girl hopping out and doing her best to fix up her hair before approaching the door and giving a knock.
What the occupant on the other side would see is a remarkably short and stout human girl, looking to be about early twenties (the 'young adult' stage at least) with chestnut hair messily done back in a ponytail, a pair of almost unnaturally green eyes staring at the door. Her arms were crossed, wearing a crimson shirt that seemed fit more for a man, a pair of distressed jeans, and well-worn shoes, but the most remarkable feature on her was her right arm, which was completely metal in composition. Upon the door opening, she would adopt a polite smile and extend her left hand. "Name's Lauren Summers, but I go by Arc. I believe my friend Yelena is here?"
