Teamwork seemed to have some effect on getting the freedom-fighters out of this bad situation. The monsters were not the issue, the issue here was getting what they needed to and getting out before reinforcements arrived. These guys would be lucky to have any wealthy backers, so it would take wit over technological superiority to get out of this unscathed. Both sides suffered casualties, and were she untrained in the art of murder the screams and pleas for help may have gotten to her. All that kept in mind, Rika did manage to listen and listen well at the two youngest participants. The joke by the girl with what appeared to be the power of taking the property of whatever she touched did prompt a roll of the eyes. [b]“And I thought I had bad jokes.”[/b] She muttered, witnessing her using her newfound strength to keep the monsters at bay. The young boy with her had taken off, bringing Rika’s attention to a panel nearby that he had promptly used to free the otherwise secured merchandise. Glancing on either side of her and taking note, it still raised the question of how exactly they were going to get it all off of the shelves and out of here. Trucks? Maybe those weird ships? This was becoming more and more entertaining by the second; working alone didn’t give you time to appreciate the struggles of others very often, unless of course you killed them. 

The two reunited and prepared some kind of device, what it was she couldn’t make out but it was obviously meant to be some kind of ‘trump card’ for the situation at hand. Before she could get a closer look, attention was drawn to someone Rika would presume was a friend of the rebels. Out of the corner of her eye she had noted his engagement with the wolves, but as he looked like he could handle himself he was much less interesting to spectate than the young ones dealing with the giant freak. He looked at her, and she looked at him, expecting him to explain his reason for approaching someone who was of no real threat to him at this moment in time. There was that momentary awkwardness that guys usually gave when they took a good look at her, and Rika smirked at him just as he made it clear what he was after: Data. [b]“What data? This is a warehouse, not exactly a library of information.”[/b] If he wanted data he was surely looking in the wrong place, and to make matters much more embarrassing for him those wolves he ‘defeated’ earlier weren’t beaten at all. [b]“Tsk tsk tsk,”[/b] she muttered in disappointment. [b]“That’s too bad, isn’t it? Might’ve gotten me hot if you didn’t mess that up.”[/b] 

The entire warehouse had begun to creak and moan, a quick return of her attention to the kids in the operation showed a portal open, obviously brought forth by that strange looking item that guy placed. She could see that things within the warehouse, including people, were being drawn in towards it. The getaway plan was an actual portal, but where could it possibly have led to other than their base of operations? This was an opportunity to know more, and to get more than she could have ever hoped. Names, faces, and most of all trust. Rika held her breath and vanished from sight just before Trisean had turned around to address her, instead focusing on bolting towards the portal itself and rushing by Ace, who had wisely chosen to watch carefully for those that didn’t belong sneaking inside.[i] ‘You can’t catch the uncatchable, kid.’[/i] She mused to herself playfully, tempted to tease him but instead saving it for the other side. Having stuck closely behind the girl that had entered just before her, Rika had landed smoothly in spite of how strange and unfamiliar the ride was, and was quick to get out of the way before anyone else could manage to hit her. 

After several more moments with injured bodies and crates piling in, the final few had made it through and the portal had closed. Taking a quick seat on one of the furthest crates that had not managed to be broken from the impact, she took the gourd from her side and listened to the one that the girl referred to as ‘Ace’. From the small exchange she got both a name, and the realization that this was not the primary base of these freedom fighters. They were a little smarter than she gave them credit for, it’d be a shame if someone not only sexy and talented, but threatening happened to sneak inside and know the location. And then there was the sloppy guy from earlier, notably older than his counterparts, who had brought up something both amusing and cute. 

[b]“Good job team,”[/b] Rika had taken in air once more, careful to reappear out of the peripheral of the main three speaking and casually tug at the cork of her gourd. [b]“We really stuck it to those goons today, all we need to do now is look for that woman your friend here [i]THINKS[/i] he saw take something important to you.”[/b] Leaning her head back, Rika took a long swig of the ripe and delicious wine for a few seconds, then leaned back forward and exhaled. The flavor of her brew and the beauty of the situation were both very appealing to her, especially with what was to come next. [b]“Oh, wait! Wait a second, that’s me right? How awkward.”[/b] Placing the cork back in the gourd and securing it to her waist again, Rika slowly unzipped her jacket again, revealing the fine black top that clung to her full chest snugly. This gesture was for no reason other than for her own comfort and to appeal to the male variety in the room, if they happened to have interest in women anyway.[b] “If I had whatever it is you wanted, there’d be no sense in sticking around here for you to take it back, I'd be long gone right now like the real thief is. So maybe we can help each other out a little; if I can get what you want back, you let me meet your leader and join you. I’ve always wanted to steal from an Emperor~” [/b]

With a cute wink of her right eye, Rika crossed her legs and rested her hands on her knee, awaiting the verdict with little concern. There was only one right answer to this.