Ari/Drake/Nate Not someone else, too. That was all Ari could think as she turned to see the young machinist running towards them, loaded down with... she didn't even know what. She scanned his face but he didn't look shocked the way Drake had. Maybe he hadn't seen? She hoped he hadn't seen. Drake, she would have to explain to - she was doing so much explaining lately - but she barely knew Nate, even if she liked him well enough.
"I know everyone," she said, trying for an easy smile, though it wasn't likely to be as successful as she would have liked. She turned back to Drake, looked pointedly again at his ankle, but if they were going to be joining the fray - her and fighters, really, maybe she should reconsider her taste in lovers - than she thought she would rather save her healing for when it would be more effective. Then there was Nate, too, who was greener than grass, as she recalled, even if he seemed to have instincts.
"The things I do for you," she sighed at Drake. She did not want to get embroiled in another battle, but at least this way she would be able to curb his proclivity for getting injured. "All right, we'll go - but first, you'll wait one minute. None of us have armor." And while Drake went into battle unarmored regularly, Ari was seriously beginning to consider lugging her leather plate around everywhere, if this was going to keep happening. The light summer clothing she had worn for the visit would help protect from nothing.
Lifting her fingers to the strings of her mandolin, she practically flew through Guardian's Ballad - blue glow, then green, she wondered again about the unknown properties of the new song, but now was not the time - then said, "Now we can go. I assume you're coming?" she asked Nate; considering the things he was carrying, it seemed likely.