Arc seemed to get some renewed vigor in her step as a direction of refuge was located, nodding her head as she bowed against the biting wind. Wordlessly, she pushed her legs and the group towards the door. It seemed that traditional laundromat busy hours were a worldwide phenomena...at this hour of the morning, the civs seemed intent on getting to work and sucking down their soycaf instead of washing their clothes.
Plopping down in front of the heater, the short human stripped out of her parka, muttering as she placed her icy cyber arm in front of the heat source. The subtle brushing and scorch marks adorning her arms and shoulders glinted a little in the drab yellow lighting, her jaw set as she seemed to be ignoring them, focused on the present situation. "Y'all do the talking then, cuz I ain't got either, heh..." she closed her eyes, making room for the others as she collected her thoughts.
"We need out of here...I don't imagine it will be cheap...I got shome cred, but I worry it ain't enough. Whatsh thplan?"