Cordelia raised an eyebrow, legitimately impressed with Sonja's wardrobe trick. Some of these powers had seemed kinda limited, only usable for one situation. She wasn't sure how Sonja's powers worked, but if she just straight up turned that coat into Kevlar, Cordelia imagined Sonja was a [i]very[/i] rich woman. Cordelia made a note to accept more of her hospitality in the future. Cordelia tightened the straps of her backpack, fastening it to her back and clipping it in front of her waist. Did it look stupid? Yes. Did Cordelia give two shits? No. As long as it made it that much more likely her gear would stay on, she'd be happy to do it. Before the Awakening, Cordelia would've considered taking a backpack into a warzone-too easy to latch onto and throw you to the ground from behind. From there, it was a steel-toed kick to the face and you were out of the fight. 

She, however, had a guardian angel now. She didn't know what Cook County held, but she was always good at improvising. Either she could swipe a few valuable toys from the cops (because any prison holding that many people had some stuff people on Chicago's gun-controlled streets would kill for) or help bust a few old friends out to redeem for favors. Ideally, she'd slip out without being spotted by any members of the League. If not...well...she'd ridden the rails before. League would be too busy cleaning this mess up to chase after one lowlife ex-gangbanger, and she planned on being long gone by the time they got back to her on their priority list. They may have tremendous resources, but they couldn't be everywhere. Couldn't know everything. As long as she stayed off the radar, they'd have no cause to come after her when there were infinitely bigger fish to fry.

"Oh," Cordelia said, sticking tight to Sonja. Sonja was her ticket to getting to the prison, and by extension, to getting food and a place to crash for the next few weeks. She cursed herself for not stealing somebody's wallet on the way out. Hauling ass after Sonja, the girl held her own-she wasn't matching The Spirit Of St. Louis' 40 time, but she could sprint. Maybe not at super speed, maybe not at Olympic levels, but she could move. With a sudden twitch of fear, Cordelia realized she'd never ridden on an airplane as they clambered onto the VTOL. [i]Let's hope I don't get airsick.[/i]