Well if they were planning to take the VTOL that made things a lot easier. Scooping Thrones up into his arms, he hoofed it alongside Mule into the commandeered vehicle. Shifting his grip so he could hold the Caster while grabbing onto a railing as the ship shakily rose up in the air, Vlad whistled as he glanced out the open bay doors. Judging by the speed and sharp turns made by Chariot, it seemed like her piloting experience was rather extensive. 

Not that it seemed to matter in the end as the world seemed to break and glitch out. Wincing and shaking his head at the disorienting sight, he almost stumbled as the railing suddenly disappeared before the plane itself winked out of existence. Being suddenly frozen in place, unable to even move his head as the world went white, was certainly on Vlad's list of experiences he'd rather not go through again.

Head thudding against the cover of his pod as he jerked awake, Vlad impatiently tried to shift around. Giving up as he heard the systems humming away around him, he wiggled his fingers and toes to make sure nothing in his head had gotten fried during the testing. Stepping out the moment the pod opened to allow him to, his first order of business was to stretch a bit and get the blood flowing again.

As he crouched and rolled his shoulder, Vlad sniffed a bit as the faint scent of blood hit him. Looking towards Thrones as he stood up, he stepped over to lend her a hand with walking while saying, "Here, let me take care of that." 

Regarding Diver's question about the simulation though. [b]"As Mule said, it seems the simulation was mainly to test our skill in combat. It seems a bit overkill to design such a scenario if that's what the goal was. The package almost seems like something of an afterthought added on given how little its presence seemed to matter."[/b]