She prefered the way her teammate arrived at a building. Emilie stayed quiet during the ride, keeping her eyes on her bow. No doubt the view outside would make her sick. The city came into view soon enough and the smaller, newer girl stood and moved over to the exit. Eager but probably stronger, for now. Emilie followed slowly and fastened the climbing hook onto the harness those who couldn't fly would wear. When Lexi tossed herself out the window, Emilie half expected a disaster, however it was quite the opposite. She smirked a little and pushed out of the jet, landing on the remaining glass roof. She pulled an arrow into the notch of her bow and waited. Eyes scanned the floor for the first threat, spotting one man who was edging closer than the others. She pulled the strings back and released the arrow seconds after. It sped with unnatural speed and landed in the neck of the man. It wasn't an accidental shot, she wanted those below to know they weren't safe. 

She tucked her now back over her shoulders and dropped into the bank, rope unwinding from the jet. As soon as she had two feet on the ground, she unhooked herself and pulled the harness from her waist. She passed a brief smile to Lexi and pulled another arrow from her hip. She tested the others and waited slowly for Del. Eyes scanned the weapons, baseballs hats wouldn't be a bother, and knives wouldn't be too painful unless they cut deep. Then again, she could easily freak most people out if stress became too much, or she pushed herself hard enough.