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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Crimmy] [@Etranger][/center]

[color=4169e1]"That's not even a fitting reference."[/color]

It wasn't hard to hear the Irishman, even up here. Not that Umeko was paying much attention yet. Shitty pun aside, she was furious about that asshole getting away. She could have had him. His continued retreats proved he couldn't take her in a fight, she [i]could have had him[/i] if he hadn't had a fucking escape route. She noticed the desk offered by the younger student, but declined to hop up on it; she'd already had to drop one story today, dropping another wasn't going to matter. Her boots were already fucked.

So the Japanese girl simply stepped out of the window, scowling to herself as she landed; bending her knees and spreading the landing dispersed the force out to three points. The sound her ability took care of, though apparently it [i]wasn't[/i] able to take the heat out of her expression. 

[color=4169e1]"Bastard got away. Shitty jetpack under his coat. This is why I say I should take things from the lab with me."[/color] Someone was already helping the most affected member of their little party, so Umeko walked over to her bags to verify that her purchases were unharmed. Nothing was to be done about dinner, another mark against the night, but if anything had happened to her bags... [color=4169e1]"Good work getting the body back. I'm not going to ask what happened to your vest. Or the bus. Or the blood. I want to go home."[/color]

She gestured back up to the window.

[color=4169e1]"Kid with the desk saw everything important. He can report it."[/color]