Downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin. An area busy with much traffic, pedestrian and automobile. There's tons of business and commerce that takes place among the busy streets of Downtown Milwaukee. That's why a certain local takes to the rooftops to get through the city. That local is Vance Brice. Being a traceur, a practitioner in parkour and freerunning, Vance had been doing this ever since he was young. In addition, he was trained with psionic powers that allow him to surpass the limits of physical reality. Still, he kept a low profile in his civilian form, not drawing unnecessary attention to himself as he lived his normal life. He worked at the Grand Avenue Mall as a janitor, keeping the place clean, and he had just finished today's shift. He was on his way to the library to unwind when he spotted a woman amidst the crowd. She stuck out like a sore thumb, a real nervous wreck, like she was surrounded. Then, he saw her fall over. He rushed down there as fast as he could, blending into the crowds, who were oblivious to the lady that had fallen, too pre-occupied with their own lives.
As he approached her, he sensed something unusual. A strong magical presence inside of her, and judging by her jewelry and choice of clothes, he had a guess of what she was...even without telepathy.
"Hey Miss?" Vance said, offering a hand. "Are you alright? You look like a bit of a wreck there..."