What in the name of the gods? What gods? It shouldn't be what Jane's mind fixates on, yet she mulls it over in her head briefly before concentrating at the task at hand.

"Don't fall off," is all she tells him before the face plate slides back into place — obscuring her features enough, she hopes, not to get identified from the surveillance footages. Without further delay she gets them moving, weaving through the streets in an attempt to lose anyone trying to follow. Her ride is fast, the engines smooth, which will be among the many things she'll have to explain to him soon enough.

Just when she thinks they're in the clear, a hover-motorcycle comes up behind them. There's muffled cursing from beneath her helmet before she reaches for a compartment and pulls out a gun, handing it over her shoulder to Jon. Powers are good, but long-range weapons are better for chases.

Then she returns to gripping the vehicle with both hands, flooring it. Outrunning the enemy is even better, and she'll take them through a roundabout path before slipping into a tunnel that leads into a secret garage in their apartment complex.