Anya had never been hit by her own explosive before, it kinda hurt. 
She almost felt a shred of sympathy for those who in the past, by her own doing, had experienced the full close-quater impact of such a blast. Almost.
For the second time today she had tumbled and for the second time again she found herself in someone's arms.

A bit dazed, Anya remained speechless. Eyes darting around frantically trying to analyse the situation and all these extra people. Distant gun shots and crashes filled the air with a sense of urgency. All around her people were bustling about making their move.

In the end listening to the man holding her up seemed the right, safest and easiest thing to do. So with a nod of acknowledgement Anya quickly scurried to the car throwing herself in. It was an awkward landing that reminded her of her earlier bruises and injuries. Sigint, while a stranger was still a welcoming sight as she was a piece of familiarity amongst all the madness. She was a strange girl though, cradling some scrap like a child might a stuffed teddy.
[color=pink]"Signal, you didn't tell me you had so many friends."[/color] Anya says calmly as she reaches for her concealed pistol. Having just recently grown cautiously aware of her situation. There were many strange people surrounding her and Sigint. The man and his hound. That strange fellow that helped her. The robotic skinned driver. She was surrounded and out numbered. Despite their somewhat questionable appearance these guys [b]definitly[/b] were not part of what ever organisation was trying to kill the girl. So it would do for now.

Noticing the men from the hover bike Anya quickly waves them to the car, motioning for them to hurry and join her. 

[color=pink]"Pleasantries later. GO GO! LETS JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE![/color] Anya screams at the whole car in a rushed panic.