The Novasurge extends a hand as a smart cable shoots out, accompanied by a very self-indulgent sound effect, to wrap itself around the Chaser's wrists. 

Isabelle pulls, causing the rope to tighten around her quarry - dragging her opponent to her feet. Quar doesn't resist, and is lifted up up up until their visors are almost touching. Whatever cameras are focused on the end of this fight, they see one mecha bring the other one close - are they speaking? staring? kissing?

What happens next is just between the two - a soft press of the forehead to one another. Just enough to transfer a small number of nanites - enough to write a few pale characters on the surface of the Chaser's helm.

Battle: Defeat: Learning: Growth

There's meanings within meanings there - meanings that she hopes, but isn't quite sure, she's conveyed as her reading on the Zaldarian language is in its infancy. Still, it should be good enough to get the broad message across.

And then Isabelle hoists Quar over her shoulder, carrying her away back to the hangars.

In the silence that follows - it's a good time to reflect on thoughts. Thoughts of how her mother's advice stood her well - delivered her victory. Of how titanium and hydraulics give her the strength to carry someone easily when she'd probably be staggering each step right now if she were doing this in person. Thoughts about the fact that she has [i]no idea[/i] what she's doing here, just following the beats of[i] "Star Raiders vol 2 - The Zaldarian Warlady"[/i] and hoping that the holovids love it and that she might just be giving the wrong message as to what she's going to do to Quar when they get back and oh god, why did she use the rope aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

[i]That's right Isabelle. Project the image. Strong, in control, dominating your opponent. The world doesn't need to know anything else.[/i]