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Nik Hasta
"Oh shi - " Johanna reared back from the dead bodies.
Yep, definitely summoned something nasty. Smart move Jo, smart move. While she was in less direct danger of being shot, she definitely didn't feel safe per say. She looked at the guns, never liked them much herself and she didn't intend to take anything like a threatening action right now.
"Hey, so - you got a name out there?" she said, tucking her injured arm into a rudimentary sling. If she got out of here alive, she was going to rethink her strategies for dealing with her bit of the Burning.
A voice. A man. Sounded like the kind of person who might be well-intentioned but also holding a gun. Whatever force she called here through subspace might not take too kindly to being approached suddenly.
"Hey, so... no... I'm not alone but you might just... let's all be real cool okay," she called out, trying not to make any sudden movements. The shadows looked deeper and darker than they had any business being.
Outside the apartment, Drake caught the attention of the two remaining gang members. One of them was on his phone, speaking whispers and the other was looking very freaked out. The shadows around them were moving in frankly uncomfortable ways.
Johanna looked at the cat.
It had come out of the shadows. Was this the thing that killed the two gang members? Cautiously, she raised her good hand and backed away slightly.
"Hey, umm... nice to meet you. Thanks for coming to help," she said carefully, in the back of her head she was going through the calculations of how many floors she was going to need to warp through to get to ground level and potential safety. Difficult with a bullet wound but not impossible.
She wasn't keen to hang out in places where cats could murder people for too long.
Johanna was carefully watching the cat and trying to figure out how to exit when a car flew through the wall.
She swore, loudly, and the floor beneath her split open as she warped a hole in it. It slammed shut behind her.
Not great manners in front of a supernatural entity but, if automobiles were going to come smashing through the walls, she wasn't going to hang around any longer. She landed on a sofa, the jolt sending a spike of pain through her shoulder.
"New rule," she muttered to herself, "No matter how desperate you get, no more open calls on subspace. Shit is too wild,"
Limping slightly, she dashed for the front door of the apartment to try and make a quick getaway.