Now fully garbed in snug mail and helm, and her mass of weapons untangled, the cyber-knight slings herself up into the seat of her hovercyle as it purrs to life.  Smiling under her helm, she sheathes her weapons in their holsters and glides out into the midst of the others.  "Sorry I missed the fun," she coments, "But I really wasn't dressed for that party."  Seeing the explosives tossed around, she yelps a curse in german and pulls her bike in front of the dark elf woman, who seems the least armored, though she supsects the girl has some sort of magical armor to compensate.  "You can call me Stess, and I'd be happy to escort you out of here, this is no place for the unafilliated to get stuck."