She dropped down out of sight as instructed, even though everything in her was taut and singing and on edge, wanting a fight, it wouldn't be the same sharp, clean pain as a knife across her arm, but any pain would help to clear her head, shake her thoughts into place. But she stayed put, because Sam was the one who knew what he was doing, and she recognized that even if she didn't necessarily like the fact that she was basically taking orders from a Rusty.
She wasn't used to fighting, or running for that matter, with a full pack and her board, but she'd be able to compensate for the extra weight if she had to, or just not worry about people seeing the hoverboard, since things were pretty much leading to the Crash anyway, so what could it hurt? For now though, she just stayed down, one brow arching as she listened to the approach, she could almost pinpoint where each of them was even without seeing them just yet, she cocked her head, studying Sam for the moment, just waiting for further instructions.