"You know, I probably don't actually need you on this excursion."

Aisha rolls her eyes.

"Fine, I'll wear the suit."

"I appreciate your flexibility. Run around a bit, do some parkour or whatever, get used to it."

She sounds like Aisha's brother used to, before shit went south.

Aisha can do some parkour.

The remaining Loricae gear up. (One of them has birdcages. Literal birdcages, not euphemized death prisons.)

Aisha inspects the bird cages to try to figure out if there's a reason to bring them. 

"...in case I wind up turning half these people into birds," Plumata explains.

SHIT

Aisha startles and jumps up from where she is crouching over to inspect the cages. 

"Will you PLEASE get it through your head that we can see you! You went through most of your life with people being able to see you!"

"I mean, barely."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but, like, still."

Castra gets a minivan out of a junkyard, takes out the engine entirely so it's within her weight range, and piles people and stuff into it to head to Canada.

Aisha brings her ipod, a pocket knife, the armor Castra gave her, and snacks.

The Loricae bring sandwiches, suits, robots, and a wifi hotspot.

"This car have speaker?"

"I didn't rip them out, but it's got nothing to power them with."

"What about those drones?"

"If you would like the drones to sing to you they can do that."

"Anything I want?"

"Unless you're outvoted."

...Okay that's actually funny.

"Kesha?"

"I like the acoustic covers, actually."

The bots strike up a tune.

That'll do!

Then hopefully they can have a nice amicable road trip.

Sure.