Bouncer was silent for a long moment, rocking back on her heels as she looked down at the blood soaking her pants leg. She supposed she really hadn’t given this plan much thought, had she? Still, wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of superhero etiquette about this kind of thing? Once you had a mask on, you were someone else, or something like that. Even if you weren’t, you were. It was like… respect for privacy, or whatever. Kayfabe. Bouncer could’ve sworn that was a thing. Beyond that, something about the fox’s tone made her chafe. It was too… familiar. 

The other two were alive, though. That was expected, but Bouncer wasn’t sure how to feel about it. They were alive, and from what she could tell no one had recognized them for their vocations yet. That… well, Bouncer supposed she’d call that good enough, then. It was something she could deal with later.

She raised her eyes to meet the fox again, planting the soles of her feet back on the ground, then looked off again, back at the dying flames. “I told you what happened,” she finally answered, dropping the feigned voice. Bouncer played the course of events back through her mind, trying to make some sense of it. “I looked into an address, found a place that had got sold off.” She tossed the slip of paper at the vigilante’s feet, watching it flutter briefly through the air before the blood staining it dragged it down to the earth less than halfway between them. She looked away again.

“One of them old apartment complexes, being used to hold people snatched off the street. Owner was just some dope used for a name on paper, so we were gonna look into the guys who handled the transaction, see if they had any leads.” Bouncer gestured vaguely toward the ruined building. The former office of Nadar Realty, smoldering beneath the dark sky. “Then I got shot and the building caught fire.” 

Bouncer didn’t bother to mention any of the smaller details. Who her “friends” worked for or how it was them who had looked into the address in her place. How she’d only been allowed to come along to humor her, or how she’d been told to stay in the car while Mateo and Erik handled the situation because they thought she’d just make a mess of things, and had thus missed everything up until she’d decided to go in anyway and saw them getting their asses beat by a guy who was supposed to be some scrawny accountant type. How the guy had seemed to know where she’d be before she was even there. 

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, trying to brush some of the ash off her suit but only succeeding in staining her palms. Bouncer clicked her tongue, rocking back on her heels again. She really wanted a shower, and all the smoke in the air stank. “I mean honestly there’s not much I didn’t already tell you. I just figured, you know, you’re supposed to be a hero or whatever. Maybe you’d want to look in on it now you’re…” Bouncer trailed off, thinking of how to phrase it. “Adjacent? I guess? I kinda suck at detective crap, so.”