Ah, she just went VR, Hot Sim. Alex spied the ARO easily amidst the mess, and that actually answered a question she'd had. Good, that simplified matters really quick.<br/><br/>"Nevermind that," she said, then switched to matrix messaging.<em>/Alright, let's put it this way: you're going to get back in your goddamn body, leave the Chillers alone until they leave, and that Ork is getting pulled out of here by my my Sister Amazons. If you want her back, you can leave with us./<br/><br/>/If you DO NOT get back to your body, or any other friends you may have decide to fuck with one of MY bars... well, let's just say I'm probably faster in meatspace than you are in cyberspace. Save it for OUTSIDE at the very least, especially since your friend already tried to take me out as 'collateral,' to her failure...<br/><br/>Alex was queuing up her combat systems in full, readying each of her compartments and scanning the crowd as she mentally pinged her fellow 69G(B)ers in the area, as well as the ones that were going to pick up the ork and elf in the near future. All it would take is another quick mental command, and they'd know to mobilize. As it stood, they should just be aware and preparing...</em>