"Money says he moves across the country if you ever show up at his place," Rohaan laughed, shaking his head. Tom would be fine. A concussion would be the worst of his injuries, unlike the unfortunate souls who went down trying to capture him. Rohaan did not go down easily, and their many stitches and broken bones would attest to that. Good, that was less work he'd have to do building his reputation. Rohaan wielded the rumors about him like a sword, and cultivated them like rare plants. Like Alexa, he knew better than most that appearances were everything, and if he made people believe he would destroy them, then perhaps he wouldn't even have to. 

Rohaan didn't exactly delight in bloodshed--he wasn't a psychopath. But he wasn't shy about it either, and he would not hesitate to put his own freedom and survival over someone else's. Especially when they embodied the very system that [I]made[/I] him a criminal to begin with. Pity, after all, was only for those who deserved it.

"The roof, of course! We'll blow this joint in style." Rohaan took her hand, and his skin tingled a little as her magic flooded over him, cloaking his body and warping the sounds around them. It was a devious trick, one Berlin would be jealous of. Rohaan loved it. The chaos sewn by her addition of his roar was a delightful treat, too, as he got to see which of these agents had steel in their bones, and which ones valued their lives too much to stay. The pair moved swiftly and softly through the hallways of the building up until they were met with the rear guard. It was everything Rohaan could do to keep from striking fist, as was his way, but Alexa's veil held true, and before long, they were out on the roof breathing free night air. 

"Nicely done in there. Now then, take this. You'll need it." Rohaan took off his worn leather jacket and handed it over to her. "It gets cold up there, and you'll need something to block the wind. There's not a lot of air up there, either, so if you start to feel faint, pound your fist twice and I'll go a bit lower. And whatever you do, don't let go." Rohaan squatted down so she could wrap her arms around his neck and cling to his back, and once she was secure, his shape shifted quickly and abruptly underneath her. Once more, he was a cyradan, though this time his ArMaR had manifested a basic harness she could hold onto. His velvety black wings spread, he crouched, and then launched upward with enough force to press Alexa into the smooth ridge of his scaled spine. His wings pumped, surprisingly silent for their relative size, and the dragon and rider ascended into the night sky, becoming merely a patch of deeper shadow. His body was utterly fluid as he moved, as flexible and controlled as a snake. 

It was cold up at the height he finally leveled off at. He hadn't yet passed the clouds, but what wisps there were that night lay not far above him. It was an effort to carry a human on his back like this, but on a still night like this one, Rohaan could travel fast regardless. He did not have to go far, though. He wanted to get far enough away that any immediate pursuit would give up and resort to more wide-reaching search tactics, but not far enough that any of their estimates of distance traveled would be correct. He touched down on the roof of a dark building without any lights on; So dark and quiet was his form that no one saw him and raised an alarm. Good. 

Rohaan let Alexa slide off, then shifted back to his natural shape. "I'd say that went pretty well, I think. Wish I couldda seen the look on Valdez' face when he realized we were gone, and so was his career." Rohaan barked a laugh. Serves the man right for meddling in his affairs. "But I was serious about that pizza. Or anything, honestly, I'm just starving. Takes a lot of calories to keep a shifter on his feet. Wanna come? I've got a place I'm staying at nearby, you could crash there for the night if you wanted. It's not a nice place--it's an old tweaker house, except I scared all the tweakers away. Kinda dirty in there but it does have a couple couches. Unless you've got a nicer place nearby." It was hard to imagine a highly successful thief like Rohaan Ja'aisen living in a dingy trap house instead of bouncing between five star hotels, but that was more often than not the way he lived. Most hotel staff got very uncomfortable about having a shifter in their midst, no matter what he said his identity was. Occasionally he could get people to look the other way with a bit of cash, but most panicked and shooed him away. But Rohaan had an eye for the kinds of establishments and people that would take a bribe.