Behind the terminal, Vriska has caught her breath. Now she has designs on catching something else.

She launches herself into the air and over the wrecked machinery, decaptchaloguing a small smoke bomb and tossing it to the ground as she does so. The mission and the infiltration team can go fuck themselves with a rusty pail - Vriska is getting her moirail back and getting the hell out.

She's also completely missed the reduction in said moirail's hostility and is speeding towards him like a determined sparkly fairymissile. Oops.