The simulation ended and Rio returned to the familiar sight of Union's cockpit. Even after the machine had long since stopped pretending to be fired up, the woman was still tightly gripping her controls. That entire fight was just... embarrassing! She didn't do anything important. Either she got cut off, had her ass saved or was firing at some brawler's shields in vain. It was frustrating. So, so frustrating.

The hatch to Union's cockpit opened, the woman didn't want to be in there for a second longer. The light from the outside hit like a truck, being much brighter compared to inside hr GEAR. While she climbed out, she noticed a few drops of sweat falling from her forehead onto the cold metal of her machine. Seems the stress and the adrenaline had really gotten to her, something that didn't please Rio. Well, at least they won. That's what was important, she figured. It was also a way for her to keep somewhat calm after that tragedy.

It didn't take long for the woman to arrive at Bill's GEAR, raising an eyebrow at being the first to arrive. Considering Union was the furthest away out of all the GEARs, it must either mean the others were too busy doing something else or have bailed on them. Neither of those were good signs.

[color=94ffad]"I guess you could call that a victory,"[/color] Rio flatly stated to Atlas, making sure to keep somewhat of a reasonable distance. She wasn't interested in keeping this any more friendly than it needed to be.