Bouncer blinked once. The shouting of the cops had cut out all at once, like a radio that had been flipped off. The wall of the building had begun to crumble and fall away, the ant woman coming down with it, and Bouncer took a step back as the rubble scattered around her ankles. 

There was a tug on Bouncer’s arm - one of those goth gay guys from the other day? He released her and she rubbed at the lingering sensation of his hand on her arm as he led her through the streets, only half-hearing what he said. Did he know Kitsune? Probably. The other guy was also dog themed, so maybe they were all buddies or something like that. 

They found her brawling with some of those punks. They all moved sluggishly like they were caught in slime, though their movements quickened by the moment. The goth guy stopped her, which made sense to Bouncer. These guys didn’t seem like they’d be much fun to go at it with. Too twitchy and weepy. Wait, “distraction”? Distraction from what? And-

“Who’s ‘they’?” Bouncer spoke up, chasing after the goth guy as he sped off. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt something tugging at her floundering memories. There was the- the guy, from the burning office. He’d mentioned others. It wasn’t the same people, right?

The goth guy responded by saying a lot of words that didn’t mean anything to anyone, probably. Was Grim the other goth guy? The name sounded vaguely familiar. Wait, this guy had a wife? Did his boyfriend know? What’s the FBI? Bouncer vaguely recalled the wolf woman and her boys mentioning them once or twice. 

Joel introduced himself after dumping a whole bunch of sentences into the street. “Whatever,” Bouncer replied when he asked after her name, waving the question away with her hand. She almost jumped when he turned toward her then. “What?” she responded dully before processing his question. “Uhm…” 

Bouncer pointed toward the end of the block. “About that far,” she answered, one hand on her hip. “I can’t take anyone with me. I can take stuff I’m holding, I guess, but if I try to bring anyone with me I’ll only take whatever’s directly touching my hands.” 

“...I’m not a taxi service.”