Absently, while looking at the rubble strewn across the floor and the deafening cacophony of gunfire in her ears, Jasper wondered if the bank would’ve just preferred the robbery went off without a hitch. Money, just like walls, were insured but probably wouldn’t leave the doors closed for repairs. Of course that thought passed quickly and fleetingly, as most of the blonde’s focus was on keeping her companion from doing something rash. Even with the sunglasses in place Jasper could see how Zoey’s brows furrowed and her jaw clenched, no doubt itching to lash out [i]again[/i]. The first incident was bad enough, and they were lucky that things sprung into action directly afterward. Even if Zoey looked distinctly displeased at the appearance of Fire Fox; a relatively unknown variant that was quickly becoming quite the opposite with his pyrotechnics. A thief’s a thief, after all. 

As more variants busted in however, quite literally in the very recognizable Tank’s case, Jasper realized it was time to go. Especially before Zoey’s itchy trigger finger made her react; well, more than she already did. The rather garish orange hoodie of another vigilante came into view, and of course only one person could be wearing it. They were certainly coming out of the woodwork for this one. No surprise, considering hostages.

“I believe that’s our cue, Miss K.,”  Jasper pressed the flat of her palm against Zoey’s back to urge her forward, the redhead almost glowering over her bodyguard’s head before finally and reluctantly beginning to walk forward, scuttling behind the veritable wall of flesh comprising of the vigilantes and… vigilante horse? 

Still not the oddest thing Jasper has seen considering who she works for, even with the missing head.

“Good luck, Overclock,” The blonde intoned solemnly, before the corner of her mouth twitched up. “Though I’m sure all of you won’t need it.” Jasper pushed Zoey forward once more, the latter huffing moodily but her face turning towards the backs of the hostages they were following. Jasper could only breathe a silent sigh of relief as they finally emerged from the front steps amidst the gawking onlookers and pathetically sparse police presence.

Of course, that could never be the end of it. That would be too simple. Even as the group was ushered behind the police barricades and towards awaiting ambulances Jasper could tell Zoey was agitated. That was to be expected, of course, but what gave her pause was the way Zoey tossed her head back to glance over her shoulder back to the bank, the way her shoulders rolled and fingers flexed. She wanted to go back. Of course she did. After all, that’s what the mask was for wasn’t it?

A deep sigh left Jasper’s lips, but her hand slipped away from urging Zoey towards the ambulances.

“Do be careful, Miss Kasimir – and make sure to change out of those clothes.” Zoey just blinked at Jasper rather blankly for a moment before a little grin lit her face, and without a further word the redhead slipped off in the commotion, disappearing into an alley – and likely, disappearing from there as well. Jasper really hoped Zoey wasn’t so eager she didn’t heed her words. Reaper showing up in the same outfit as Zoey would be an awful idea.

Much better fashion, though.