[i]Beep beep beep[/i] was not the best way to wake up. It was marginally better than a buzzer and being tilted out of her bed, of course, but it wasn't pleasant, all the same. For a moment, she debated using her new-found powers of [i]laziness[/i] to ignore it, but a mechanized voice, feminine this time, sounded in her head: [i][color=8882be]"That is the ringtone I assigned to your Guardians alert. You should move, Aria."[/color][/i] and, well, [i]great[/i], she couldn't. But it was also an opportunity. Pushing herself up, pushing the covers off, and reaching to the wall to unplug herself from the outlet (dragging her bed over to it had been a pain, but worth it), she let the cord retract, and stood. A quick run to the bathroom to brush her teeth, a glass of water, and she was ready. More or less.

Step into the middle of her room, close her eyes, and [i]focus.[/i] Replace her sleepwear with her combat armour, skipping the wings for now (They were a hassle, indoors, and as modular as her suit was, she could leave them behind), and....[color=6ecff6]"Ah, coordinates, please?"[/color] she asked aloud. A moment later, the mental link provided her with the location and...It wasn't [i]quite[/i] what other people would find useful, really, which also meant coordinates others sent her weren't quite useful to [i]her[/i], either, her targeting was rather unique to herself. A hassle, really, but...

No time to think on it. Deep breath, and then she was there.

...Er, kind of. Blink, look around, and [color=6ecff6]"...this is a supply closet."[/color] she breathed. Shaking her head, she almost laughed at the apologetic feeling her AI sent her, the mechanical voice about as sheepish as she had ever heard it [color=8882be][i]"Apologies. We are close, however, follow the map."[/i][/color] and there it was, on her visor. Push the door open and glance around, then go down the hallway and into another door and....

Oh, she's here. Others had already arrived and she fought down the shyness and fright at having attention on her, setting her visor to opaque from the outside and taking some solace in not being [i]as[/i] seen. She put a hand to her chest, and bowed, just a little. [color=6ecff6]"Arsenal reporting for duty."[/color] Falling back on, well, [i]duty[/i] and obedient, she kept her tone even and even a little cold, which was...marginally better than letting them know how much turmoil she felt, right. She stepped around to a seat, and pulled it out, then sat, prim and proper, and awaited the briefing, eyes going over all of them, letting each scan and diagnostic run, gleaning whatever information she could. Spotlight, Kaine, Utopian....Known figures, much more known than she was, at this point. Hopefully not ever going to be a problem. Still, she couldn't quite curb the instinct to be as prepared as possible, and the voice in her head was always far too eager to assess [i]everyone's[/i] abilities, to see how much of a threat they were.

Too much, obviously, it'd be better to flee than fight if things went poorly.