For a moment, a mental light bulb turned on. The city did have such a system, reserved for first responders. In his day job he<i>did</i>have access to it, for official use only. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd pondered using it.<br/>"The chief would have my head on a stake if we did," he said, dryly. He hefted her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, holding her with one hand. His other summoned them a ride home with his phone.<br/><br/>He wasn't immune to the need for a hearty breakfast, a shower and a nap. In that order. He'd just done this enough that 'get home first, ragdoll later' was all but drilled into his head. He carried her out of the dressing room, out the stage door and down the alley to the street. A two-seat automated taxi, was waiting for them. He unceremoniously plopped Jenna into one seat, strapped her in, then collapsed into the other seat, closing the door behind him. Lucky them the tall buildings cast the street in shadow.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later Jason carried Jenna through the door to his apartment and set her down on the sofa. Elsa had left them breakfast warming in the oven, but had otherwise made herself scarce. He was grateful for an attentive 'keeper' at times like this, even if she, like most of her kin, could barely stand being within ten feet of a hungover conscious person.<br/>"Breakfast?" he asked, leaning against a chair.