[i]Suit power is recharged enough to go mobile[/i], ANAI claims, as one of the soldiers calls out, "I'm not putting down my gun until Blueberry Muscles calms his sh-" He is interrupted by a hand coming to rest on his arm, the left hand of Pearl as she gets onto her feet. "Stand down," She mumbles. Many vents had opened along the armour, venting heat. The men around her lowered her weapons, and even though they had visors over their faces it was easy to tell that they were glaring at Danny and Grace. "I'm sorry for what I did. It's just, she was right." She shakes her head. "Well, I thought she was. And, really, secret identity? You should know who [i]I[/i] am." 

She pops the seal on her helmet and pulls it off to reveal her beautiful face. "Pearl Rameses, the daughter of the founders of Xeaforge Industries." Pearl says. Her hand gently knocks on the side of his leg plating. She then gives a pair of movements, her thumb jerking downwards in a 'thumbs down' before it jerks toward the nearest wall that was behind them, subtly. His own hand knocks against her outer thigh armour, showing that he understood, before he moves it back to it's original position. If things were to go bad again, they were going to jump over the wall, and then back out to the vehicles. The drone vehicle was automated, so it would move by itself to head back to Xeaforge Industries when they retreated. "I'm not taking off the rest of my armour. It's simply not happening." Pearl claims, as she was doing the hand motions subtly.