Vixen had shaken Mars' hand with measured aloofness, and otherwise remained silent and still in the back of the APC while that green fire grew in intensity behind her eyes, degree by degree. By the time the convoy of vehicles arrived at the beach she'd fully recovered from the shivering that had wracked her body after her teleport, and an insouciant smirk leavened her expression. She climbed out of the vehicle after Mars, but quickly fell into stride beside him, and upon his demand for a light summoned a coruscating lick of plasma from her index finger, offered lazily as the hologram began speaking.<br/><br/>Her smirk evaporated at the terms.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Always a catch,"</span>she muttered disconsolately.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So we go from being prisoners to being... servants."</span>She spoke that last word with particular distaste.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"But given the alternatives..."</span>She trailed off into a shrug, and without waiting for Mars strode purposefully towards the ship, and boarded.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>