There he is. She manages a grin, ragged and volatile. She follows him out, closing the door behind them. Shoots Gabe a text from the back of her mind. Someone should know where they are, at least.

"There's something you should know about Fring," she says as they descend to ground level, out to the street. "He tried to kill me in there, or subdue me, whatever the fuck. I shot him. I shot him point blank. Gun against his heart."

She grits her teeth at the memory. She wishes it had fucking worked. Maybe that would have been more trouble for them but on the other hand maybe Greta would be safe now. "I don't know what the hell happened and judging from his reaction he didn't either. Bullet ended up in the wall next to us, didn't touch him. He might be invulnerable somehow. Might be a Rift thing he didn't know about. Not sure." She sticks her arm out and hooks a cab. She's very good at it.

"When we see him," she says, opening the passenger door, "you watch yourself."

"Lexington and 53rd," she barks to the driver. "As close to now as you can fucking get."

They're already pretty close. It'll be a quick ride.

Good thing she's ready.