The pitch of the hissing noise coming from Akhlys' suit increases in volume for several moments; those who know her would realize that this is Elita letting out a long, slow sigh, even as her body underneath the suit begins to tense up.

~~No need for any kind of sabotage on the suppressor,~~ she sends to the group via whatever Envoy is doing, her form never turning away from the door to the Heroes Guild. ~~Making a mobile magical containment field is hard enough if you specialize in anti-magic; a magic-less "suppressor" is just magic-resistant material in a box around a containment space, followed-up with biomatter disintegrators on the inside to keep dead flesh from lingering. If you've got magic wands, they'll work in the vans; Larsson can't actually make an anti-magic space, they can just "magic-proof" their boxes and put them on wheels. In any case, if there's non-disintegrated dead matter in the vans already, then all Bacchan needs is to get there and he can play with it all he likes.~~

Despite herself, Elita glances back at the 'bots, waiting for their sudden yet inevitable betrayal. The PR nightmare that Larsson's going to have to deal with after this will be a sight to behold, if they play their cards right.