It may have just been virtual, but Arc was still holding her breath in the tense moments that it took for her to clear the facility. Note to self: cross playing chicken with a train off my list. Fraaaag all... The rigger fell silent for several moments, accepting navigation from Hellfire and Nicolai once they were a few kilometers out, and back on a road. They did it. They entered hell, got the job done, and left. Sending the recall pattern command out to her drones, she let them back into the van once they were well out of range of detection, shutting them down after all that.
Some time later, Arc was given the go ahead to pull over, let the van idle for a bit as she applied the brakes. Setting it in park, her meat body drew a sharp intake of breath as she jumped back into it, the harness seatbelt keeping her in place as she lurched. Panting heavily, she felt as if she had just finished a big run...something she wasn't accustomed to. She felt like her arms and legs would have some bruises, and the sting of a cut on her cheek drew her to reality. "Frag...I'm starving..." She uttered breathily, leaning forward as her hand fished in her pockets.
Drawing forth one of her cigarettes, she balanced it on her lips as she went for her lighter, looking a bit rattled to say the least..