Kick it

While everyone else was busy, Ghost found a private corner to change clothes and eavesdrop without notice. Her wolf ears constantly twitched as she took in every word each of them spoke, her right hand working on pulling off her left arm and repairing it with her small kit from her bag.

Her mind constantly replayed the incident with Ripper, the fear biting at her once more. So distracted by this, she caused the hand to break off the metal arm and kicked it away with an angry yell. Rubbing at the back of her neck where a black barcode was, she curled up and pressed her legs against her chest. Dropping her face to her knees, she wept silently, not in anger, but in fear for her new "friends".

Carla, on the other hand, was not afraid to sit atop Rowan's helmet the entire time. She was quiet and good at sitting still, hoping he just wouldn't notice her there.