Bob groaned, pulling himself up slowly from the wreckage of the bar. He hadn't felt like this in a while, but it wasn't entirely new to him. when you misgauge a jump across a rooftop and end up ping ponging down an alley into a dumpster, you learn to suck it up and try again, or go home. Bob clearly sucked it up. Being able to move didn't help him know what to do from here though. Their party of four had been reduced to two, the drugs were missing, the supes upstairs where probably getting away, Link had blown a gasket, and Manny was down. Did he go for the bosses? Did he try to take out the brute? Did he try to help everyone get away? He wished he could move around like the dancer did. Combine that with his parkour, and he could be brutal in dodging and making a distraction. Right now, he was only good on the go. Thinking as fast as he could while still in pain, he released the stored impact of his boots to launch him up to the chandelier, trying to get a look at everything in hopes of figuring out what to do. Where were the bosses? Where were the drugs? What here the people that had been in the room doing? and... he hated to consider it, but he was running low on options... what there a gun that he could see and get to in case he needed to put the brute down. he wasn't good with guns... had never actually fired one... but how hard could it be.