[center][h2]Kitsune[/h2][/center]

There was someone beside her, hand on her shoulder as she knelt on the ground. The voice in her ear, feminine and young, suggested it was the young woman who had been shot. “No, no I-“ She interrupted herself with a coughing fit, hacking up smoke-colour phlegm onto the gravel. “I’m fine. Just… smoke.”

Just a little toxic smoke inhalation, nothing to worry about. She would see if she could get herself checked out once the ambulances arrived, but compared to what everyone else had been through it actually wasn’t that bad; the two men she had just pulled from the fire didn’t have the same luxury of being immune to fire as her and had been subjected to the same fumes for much longer and the woman who was now showing her such concern had been shot.

The brush of cool wind against her cheek reminder her that her face was currently uncovered. Akeno stood up, knees almost buckling, and walked back to the van where she had left her mask and put it back on. The office worker and the older Asian woman had already seen her without it, couldn’t put that cat back in the bag, but she should still hide her identity from the firemen and paramedics who were about to show up.

Now back in full costume as it were, Kitsune walked back over to the young woman. “Are you okay? You said there was a gunman. Was there anyone else hurt?”