Listening to the raccoon struggle to keep up with the barrage of questions, requests, and demands, Sevana just shakes her head.  While she couldn't fault their logic much (this was one of the most fundamental kind of heists, after all), their execution left a rather lot to be desired.  Of course, having people like Yasha and herself around who could recognize what they were up to, and others like Arcea and Cassandra who weren't afraid to push the issue took most of the momentum from the attempt before they had a chance to get going.  When she finally gives up the act, Sevana gives her a mirthless smile.  "Don't go blaming yourself too much - like Yasha said, we've just been at this a little longer than you.  My advice?  Get a passenger manifest so you can avoid biting off more than you can chew like this in the future."<br/><br/>The hint of movement near the treeline followed by the subtle crunch of disturbed undergrowth make her head snap around as she scans the edge of woods more closely.  "Yasha, we've got company.  One o'clock in the woods, looks squad sized.  And a heavy at five o'clock.  Probably more - their camo's pretty good."  Taking a step closer, she gives an odd flicking motion with her hands and suddenly both are holding long-barreled pistols of some kind.  Turning back to Maribel, Sevana's voice has a hard edge to it that wasn't present earlier.  "Last chance, dear.  Either talk them down fast or get out of our way, cause from the sound of things nobody here is going to be pulling punches today."