The Jersey Devil looked between the other two as their eager leader rushed off and had a car waiting for them. He peered down the open window at the street below, wondering if he saw the car or not from there, then back to the two. "I'll probably make better time by rooftop. I don't really do cars anyway." He hopped onto the windowsill, then looked back to them one final time. "Good luck." Then pounced up into the night. 

He wasn't just talking shit about the car thing. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about going fast, while sitting still, through off his whole world. There was just too much to a car to make him feel comfortable, even if he was driving. He could do a motorcycle better. But even that wasn't his thing. This was his jam. Bounce, Run, somersault, flip, bounce, swing.... oooo he add to ask Manny about some of those flying squirl gliders for his suit.... land, roll, run. This was him, in complete control.

 He wasn't sure if he would make I before the car, depending on traffic and all that, but as soon as he made it back to the building he spoke over the ear piece, 'highway to hell' playing faintly in the background in his mask. *On the roof. Headed for the vent shafts.* he took out his multi-tool pocket knife and went to work unscrewing the vent, then wriggling inside.