((oh man, that blue color is very difficult for me to read, can you use a different one in the future?))

"Do I need to track someone down and kill them?" The cavalier way in which he said this was often alarming. People said this sort of thing as hyperbole often enough, though with Rohaan, it was often hard to tell if it was a joke or a dead serious and very literal offer. He wasn't quite sure, himself. Part of him meant it, and if she asked him quite seriously to kill someone who had harmed her, he would very much consider it, though he wasn't sure he was so convinced he'd do it just yet. He didn't know Alexa terribly well, but there was something about her he could relate to, or at least, a younger part of him could. And he'd set the world on fire before he let one of his crew get hurt. 

"I expect you'll want that back...tell you what. When we get out of here, stay behind me and wait until I start shifting before you follow me out. I'll create a diversion for you, and you can sneak around and get that purse of yours. Shouldn't be too far from this room. Might have to go down to the end of the hall, I think." Some things were worth retrieving. Thankfully, they hadn't noticed his gear, which did not appear to be anything more special than a pair of albeit unique wristbands. Kirra sort of jokingly referred to them as 'ArMaR bands' because 'arcane matter redistributors' was far longer. And she'd kill him if he lost them to Suits.  She'd developed the tech just for him, though it had uses far beyond just catering to the needs of a shapeshifter. For Rohaan, it gathered and reordered the matter in his clothing (which also had to by synced up to the devices with special tags) and gave him the ability to not only change what sort of clothing it was, but but to change it into something entirely different, like a saddle, if needed. They were going to come in handy on this little adventure, and someday he would need to properly thank his favorite artificer for her marvelous work. 

Rohaan took a deep breath to settle his stomach, which was grumbling and roiling and unsure if it wanted to empty its contents, or needed food. Maybe both, and in that order. Alexa worked her magic on the field and Rohaan pressed himself against the shield so that the moment it flickered and stuttered, he slipped through. Not without a curse or two, though. Rohaan had a few piercings that smarted horribly when they got suddenly heated by the shorted field. He shook his head as though trying to shake off the pain and rolled his shoulders. "Alright, let's do this." 

Rohaan helped her up. Despite his rough appearance and his penchant for violence, he was always exceptionally gentle with Alexa. It was a big-brother sort of vibe, despite the fact that Rohaan was only a couple years older than her. He took another, steadying breath through his nostrils as if savoring the scent in the air like it was a soundtrack and this was a performance. In many ways, it was. This was his element, after all, and he enjoyed the thrill. 

Where some might have cut the power to the room to get the guard's attention or lure him into the room, Rohaan simply threw open the door and threw a right-hook into Bjornson's temple. The poor idiot barely had any time to react before the fist connected and he dropped like a stone. That took care of him, but there would undoubtedly be someone watching the security cams, and they'd put down their scalding coffee and press the alarm in three...two...

Lights flashed and a wailing siren howled its mournful call. "Alright, here we go..." Rohaan laughed and jogged down the hall to the stairwell, where he'd have his face-off. "Find your things, Alexa!" he called. "I'll find you in a moment." Footsteps and barked orders began to echo through the stairwell. Rohaan changed forms--a quick, effortless transition--into a cyradan, crouched low and with tail poised as if to strike whiplike at anyone foolish enough to get in its range. [I]Just a few more seconds...[/I] His lithe body blocked the stairway as he peered over the edge of the top level with his sights set on the landing below him. He opened his mouth, showing a neat assembly of dark, graphite colored teeth, and took in a slow, silent breath. He held the breath right up until the moment he heard an agent reaching the top of the flight of stairs just below his, and then he spat, releasing a flaming glob of viscous liquid that hit the wall with an audible splash and a burst of flame. The leading agent had no time to backtrack and his arm was caught in the splash; he retreated with a panicked howl as he slapped fruitlessly at his arm to try and extinguish the flames. That made the whole crew of agents stop dead.

Rohaan roared in challenge, and the cry was deep and resonant with a faint harmony of a shrill, piercing keen as if two voices sounded out in perfect unison. But then he changed back to his natural shape and laughed. "I am Rheoaan Rohaan Rio Ja'aisen! Did you think you could cage me? Did you think you could subdue me? Come closer, and I'll show you what you're really dealing with. Come closer...if you can make it through the fire." He changed back to a cyradan and let the low rumble of his growl shake the stairwell. The landing was a little pocket of inferno, though it had no other fuel to ignite in the concrete and cinder block stairwell. They'd have to cross through that to get to him, and they'd have to think hard about alternatives if they wanted to avoid burning. Good. Thinking would buy Alexa time.