At the squeeze to her arm, Arc felt all the information process into her at once. Staring up at the taller elf, her cybernetic eyes masked her expressiveness as she blinked slowly, offering a nod. She understood perfectly well what Yelena was suggesting, and a small smile crept on her lips. "Now I gotta look myshelf in the mirror. There'sh more than jusht me I fight for." She chuckled, patting the elf on the back as she went towards Jed, her last words spoken low. "But m'thinksh ya ain't so much death either, Shrui...if ya care about othersh jusht as well..."
Left alone, Arc gave a bit of a sigh, glancing off to the side to see Marco and Firefly conversing. The details were out of her earshot...but her instincts told her things were going to work. Good... She sighed, glancing down for a few moments before clearing her throat. So much busy work, so much to do since her surgery, it's been a while since...
Hopping up, she fished through her pocket with a hand, withdrawing a small paper pack of her trusty cigarettes and a lighter, hefting them in hand as she meandered to the door. Should help take the edge off...oof! As she was about to step out, she bumped into Tuskaloosa, the tall troll peering down at the human. Tilting her head, Arc noted the curious expression, and gave a bit of a shrug. "Whasshup? Boutta shtep out for a bit, get shome air. Come with, eh?" Holding her arms out to either side, she went to step around Tuska to the garage side door, steeling herself for the evening chill...