There was a fizz, a spark, and then Eleanor's world went black.

"Not [i]now[/i]..." she grumbled to herself, rapping briefly on the surface of her goggles as if frustrated.  It had taken a good few moments for the effect to claim her sight, long enough for her to finish what she had started.  Her eyes were no squishy constructions of mere flesh, and handled huge amounts of energy with every passing instant- but they could only hold out for so long before something critical blew up in there and did enough damage to shut both of them down.  She could still feel the air rushing against her back as the APC continued on its merry way, but the stream of constant information she was used to had vanished entirely.  There were also words, and a sudden soft something smacking against her.  A... tuxedo?

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."  Her tone was suddenly worried.  Those eyes had been priceless, precious, perfect products of years of toil by one of the greatest mechanists in the multiverse!  Not in a million years would she be able to manually fix those!  They were absolutely irreplaceable!

"Oh wait."

[i]Click![/i]

Eleanor flinched, looking out of her perfectly undamaged eyes at the strange scene before her.  It seemed that within the last minute or so, the carriage had traveled over a mile, a massive dragon-thing had started chasing them, mists had covered the earth, and her two visible companions had hopped off the ride to go fight the monster.  Oh, and Eleanor had somehow managed to get two slugs planted within the monster's breast, and adopted a pet tuxedo.  

She pressed the same button on her pocketwatch once again, storing her current state for later reversion.  That accomplished, she looked out at the scene of the battle, which was gradually growing more and more distant by the second.  Should she offer help?  On one hand, she did have two of her bullets now stuck inside the beast, and could wreak all sorts of havoc with those...

On the other hand, Satori and Eubeal were probably enough to handle it.  Besides, she had not forgotten the powerful dark god within whose realm they were yet trespassing.  While those lazy sods within the vehicle continued whatever mischief they were up to, [i]someone[/i] had to protect the freaking carriage.  She'd leave her bullets where they were, latched onto the monster's inner tissues with tiny little claws, dormant for now except for the incredibly subtle signals they pinged out to Eleanor, constantly announcing their location.  If something were to dislodge them, they would initiate some more interesting functions.  The monster, however, had other threats to worry about.

So, instead of trying to offer aid, Eleanor walked up the side of the carriage and made a quick hop onto the roof, before planting her buttocks comfortably down upon it, heedless of the rushing air.  It wasn't exactly quiet, but things were a lot more peaceful with those two gone.  Humming to herself, the girl dusted off the tuxedo and began neatly folding it, her eyes roving over the landscape as she did so.  Who knew what these fell mists might yet hide?