[BlueInTheShell]

Atrix was the second one to rear her head into the cockpit; mandibles clicking in curiosity as the Terskix cocked her head at the sudden departure. The woman stood at ease for a moment, gnashing her teeth before grunting a small 'Here' so Rosalind would notice she was there. "We assumed you were going to be comatose for a lot longer of a time. I lost a bet now too." Atrix hummed morosely, one of her smaller arms itching her backside and then flicking a sliver of chitin onto the ground. A bad time for possible molting. "Is everything in order?"

Riola soon followed and gawked from behind Atrix, trying to see what was going on and frowning. Rosa didn't need to be up, but here she was. So much for a bit of a leave from all the commotion. "Dios mio. Do people not ever get a break when it comes to ferrying terrorists and mercs everywhere?" He said with a trite little grin, adjusting a few bangs of his hair before the Terskix looked behind her and narrowed her eyes. "If you intend to be this close to me, I'd prefer you wear some form of protection."

"Huh?"

Atrix snorted and gave the man a more...Riola-esque response. "I believe the term is, you're riding up my ass." Riola shot a grin back at her and shrugged. Before looking behind himself as well. "Wouldn't dream of it, Atrix. That's Mendez's job now. Don't hit me, Aranea."

The two however shot their bewildered glances over towards Rosalind, silent and waiting for any sort of answer from the Pyra however, and then whispering to each other about what might be sparking this whole immediate departure.

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Hyun listened to the prattle between Ashi and Rosalind, and offered a small thanks to whatever-fucking-deity decided to give them an ounce of reprieve, the Chuzizian turning the corner. it was only a quarter of a block away from where she had left the ship Rosalind had given her, and everything seemed to finally be in the clear. "Holy shit we're alive at least. Fuckin' remind me to give Rosalind a fuckin' kiss the moment we're safe." Hyun groaned.

Shaldag was using the walls of buildings to keep himself up, the Ogrunu's vision blurring as drool splattered onto his mangled chest; Shaldag's legs buckling with each inch taken. It was purely drugs and stimulants keeping him going now. The moment they decided to wear off on his massive frame, he was done for.