[ Rising just as Ardyn makes a move to break the path in half for her, Aranea smiles tightly. As her head (and eyesight) clears, adjusting to the new environment and the given fact that this man she can’t stand appears irked for whatever reason, the tendrils of darkness are beginning to slither away. ]

Somehow, you managed to get weirder since the last time I saw you.

[ Stepping to the side to allow him to apply force on the debris, she examines the pod. There’s nothing on the inside compartment where she’d have been released, but Aranea realizes there’s some spots left unopen. Eventually, she finds a locker with her equipment. She quickly puts the armor over her rags, a small chortle escaping her lips. ]

Thought that’d be more impossible than all the crap goin’ on here. [ She says in the form of a final musing after finishing off her wardrobe, holding her horned helmet under the crook of one arm. This thing has never been too practical, especially out of combat.

And without further ado, she walks past him and the newly created exit, tossing him an absent minded wave of farewell. He can say something back at her, but Aranea won’t respond back. Losing at a game of last, final words ain’t her idea of a grand time… and she has a sense of cool to scavenge out here. ]