Vixen's lips twisted in annoyance as her would-be 'shield' detoured into another cell.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"No time for this,"</span>she muttered, and with a sharp exhalation of breath allowed her energy barrier to fade. For all that she'd<i>felt</i>power trickling back into her body from the moment the cell's security systems turned off, what she intended was going to take virtually everything she had -- not to mention all her concentration. Steadying herself with a hand pressed against a wall, she coaxed the familiar warmth forth, brighter and brighter, until her body simply seemed to<i>evaporate</i>in a flicker of lambent green fire.<br/><br/>That same flicker presaged her reappearance out in the motor pool: one moment empty air, the next a whisper of incandescent green setting hairs on edge; and then she was simply<i>there</i>, shivering with exhaustion, but breaking into a trot behind the armored transport bulling its way through the fence and the earthworks. But now, outdoors, she felt even more renewed: instead of replenishing herself from a trickle of power leaking through tons of concrete and steel, she was bathed in a constant, steady stream of it pouring down from the very sky. The next jump was easier: discorporate, recorporate in the crew area of the lead APC, a nimbus of emerald energy surrounding her. Pitching her voice to carry up toward the cab of the transport, she called,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I have no intention of being returned to that place, so if you wouldn't mind driving a little faster...?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>