Regina popped her knuckles as her large, foxy face rounded the corner, "Yeah, Charles, you sure done it this time."

She'd noticed him earlier and stuck back to tail him through the alleyways; he's no real threat, the Bombers kill the Razors and get'em off the streets. But, who knows? Better safe than sorry. She paced her way down the alleyway, methodically. Like a movie-style villain.

"Where're you off to, Charlie? Huh?"

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of bright, neon-blue knuckledusters, sliding them onto her hands.

"Wherever it is, you better run."

With that, she breaks off in a sprint down the alleyway, trying to close the gap on Charlie.