Riley hardly moved by car whenever she was supposed to meet people at night. Weirdly, she felt safer if she walked. In her vehicle, she was more of a target for unexpected attacks and had less room to defend herself if it came to it. Without a car, there was also less evidence of her whereabouts if she were to ever be caught on camera or anything. Her pace was fast and confident as she began to approach her destination, an empty alley behind a boutique that had been destroyed months ago. She tried to ignore the scenes she encountered on her way, namely a car setting on fire and the cries of help from a man whose store was being robbed.
She stopped in her tracks when, not too far away from the alley, the sound of glass shattering disrupted the surroundings, as a group of people flew out of a window, clearly immerse in an intense fight. Riley stood still, letting the situation unfold and waiting for them to move or chase eachother down the street, but when another blast was heard and someone crashed on the pavement, next to her boots, she rolled her eyes, glancing down at them with a quirked eyebrow. “You’re in my way” she stated coldly, clearly unimpresed by whatever was going on.