Arc busied herself with stowing her go-bag into the vacated cargo box of the Scorpion, pausing as she heard the music of the sax playing behind her. Closing the box and snapping the lid, she turned around quietly, leaning back into a half-sit on the bike's seat as she watched the elf play. Head tilted, the human noted the tears, and the level of soul poured into the playing. She could almost feel herself tearing up from just how moving the melody was, and the understanding that this particular piece bore significance to the musician. Idly, the mechanic wondered if she should take up an instrument of some kind, now having met two confirmed in her neighborhood, both decent people. Shrugging, she figured it wouldn't be easy or cheap..besides, if anything, the roar of an engine she worked on was her melody.
After Yelena finished her piece, Arc lifted her hands up, clapping in approval. By this time, a synth-denim jacket covered her vest and obscured her Ingram holster, a headband and her single-pane goggles on her forehead keeping her hair from her face. "Well..frag...think you're in the wrong biz, chummer.." She joked idly, winking before nodding to Feathers, Raven, and Johnny. "Aight, I gotta meet up with the crew on witch duty. Rave, Feathers, here's the code for the sensor net, but I'll hit you up if I see anything and if this all updates..." She tapped her ear, where she had placed a microtransciever to communicate easier. "I'll leave you guys to lock up. Y'all got my code as well, let's keep in touch, aight? Otherwise...well drek, see you on the other side.." She saluted each of them with a nod and a confident smirk, the short human turning the throttle of the bike and kicking the gear shift, the Scorpion roaring into life. Once Yelena was on, Arc eased them out of the garage onto the road, and then sped off into the evening lit streets.
During the ride, Arc was all smiles, her shoulder-length hair whipping in the breeze as she eased through every corner like she owned the roads, the bike almost an extension of her. About halfway to the rendezvous point, she called back to Yelena. "So, something you oughta know about these hoops we're working with. Howlers are tough, mean, and aggressive, and usually have a lot of firepower they ain't drekking afraid to use. Figured that would help if when we run into fragging ghouls and whatnot. Worst case, they handle them and detract attention away from us, eh?" She grinned briefly before pausing. "I..wanna clearing something up though, Y. I ain't with them. I just grew up with them and all the drek that went with that. It's a long story, but I wanna make sure you fraggin' know what you see from them ain't me. That being said, anything else I gotta clear up?"
