He felt Taji jerk away from him and prepared to die. The knife had to fall soon. For a few seconds he thought he was experiencing a moment of pure adrenaline, time slowing down as death rushed his way--and then he felt her rise, standing up over him with an unnatural lurch. He blinked as she twisted and jerked away from him, like some kind of inept puppetmaster struggling with a too-complicated tool. "Don't you dare move," snarled a familiar voice, and he looked over to see the hero from before, hands extended, looking pale and bloodied all at once. He watched in shock and no small amount of horror as she wrestled Taji down and bound her arms, and when the villain kept on fighting she was simply knocked out.<br/><br/>Several things clicked into place at once in Makino's mind. The female hero's quirk was water-based; it had to be, judging by the ice she'd formed and the water she had thrown so accurately. She could manipulate it relatively freely, which included freezing it in a particular way--up and to fill the crack under a door, for example, rather than flat across the floor as it naturally would. Given the apparent pain Smoke had been in before being stopped, he could guess at what other sorts of water her quirk allowed control of. The human body was supposedly seventy percent water--did her control, then, extend to that? He sat up slowly, his face sore and bruised, a couple of small cuts on his cheek and temple.<br/><br/>He saw her sway where she stood, and she began to say something. "Oh, don't you dare--" he began, but too late. She fell, and he rushed to catch her, barely grabbing her shoulders in time to ease her impact. Her temple was bleeding pretty profusely, and there was a good chance that if he did nothing then she would suffer from catastrophic blood loss. He didn't like that idea much, whatever she could do with her quirk, and even then she had saved his life. Hers would have been much easier had she simply let him die. "You are the most intensely thoughtless, selfish, dull-witted hero," he grumbled. He tore his own sleeve and tied it around her head to stop the bleeding, or at least try to. After a moment he ripped his other sleeve off and went to tie Smoke's feet, too, tightly at the ankles, crossing them and securing her hard enough that she'd wake up with both feet painfully asleep.<br/><br/>He stood and looked at the hero again. Whatever he chose to do, he had to do it quickly. He glanced toward where the exterior wall had been blown away, briefly pondering climbing down and away from this. He could likely disappear easily enough--black hair and brown eyes did not stick out in Japan, even when eighty percent of the population had scales or horns instead of hair. He could hide, bide his time, and build anew. It would be hard, but possible. Rasputin was notoriously difficult to kill, after all. He looked back at the unconscious hero and sighed. "Damnit," he muttered, and turned to stride away through the wreckage and debris.<br/><br/>Endeavor watched Kamui carefully pry apart the rubble packing the hallway ahead of them, and as soon as he'd cleared a path the burning hero stepped through, scowling, fists clenched tight. The other villains who had attacked had already been subdued. Slasher and Cannon Baller had both been B-rate villains at best, but the woman with the explosive gas had been a cut above. He was furious that he had been so readily surprised and discarded, left unconscious thanks to his own quirk, and was eager to show the villain just why he was the number two hero in the world. He stomped into the ruins of what had once been recordkeeping and to his great shock found not one, but two villains, and a single hero.<br/><br/>"Rasputin," he growled, and the villain looked up from what he was doing. More specifically, he had rummaged through the half-destroyed infirmary to find more proper bandages and some thick gauze pads, which he'd then carefully put in place of his torn sleeve. Then, at a loss for what else to do and determined to not run away, he'd simply remained, her head in his lap, applying pressure to the wound through the layers of fabric. He sighed when he saw Endeavor, flanked by Kamui and then shortly after also by the detective, Tsukauchi. "Explain yourself," the big hero rumbled, arms folded.<br/><br/>Makino regarded the three of them for a moment, debating whether or not to tell the truth. Eventually he just shrugged. "After you called out your goons, Smoke Bomb came after us. We left the cell and tried to run, but wound up cornered. This hero, who's name I don't know--and no, I'm not trying to get you to tell me--fought to the best of her ability and ended up saving my life. She's the one who stopped Zayasu Taji and immobilized her." He remained stoic as Endeavor glanced at the torn sleeves of his shirt, and then at the obviously orange sleeve that was keeping Taji's feet from moving.<br/><br/>"And I expect you just watched and remained passive."<br/><br/>"Well, I did throw down a few witty quips. I'm known for them." He scowled. "Stop being suspicious of me. If I'd wanted to run, I'd be gone. You know it. I know it." He carefully and gently lowered the hero's head to the ground and stood, brushing off his bloodied palms as he stepped toward Endeavor. "You know the truth of what happened the day Smoke Bomb was captured the first time. Or, if you don't, you'll find out. Whatever I may have done<i>this</i>time is irrelevant--you have a hero down and in need of medical assistance, as well as who knows how many injured in this building that are going to require immediate assistance. The only reason I haven't humbled you in front of your peers--again, might I add--is because<i>your</i>quirk might actually be useful in saving some lives."<br/><br/>He brushed past Endeavor and held his wrists out to the detective. "I expect you'll place me under proper, secretive custody this time. When you do I'd like to ask that this woman be my jailer again."<br/><br/>Tsukauchi frowned as he took out his handcuffs and slowly clipped them onto Makino's wrists, one by one. "Why would you want her to take on that responsibility?"<br/><br/>"Because she isn't a great big flaming jackass with a chip frying on his shoulder. Look, she saved my life. And she did her best to fight and stop Smoke Bomb. She's the only hero I've met in person that I might actually like."<br/><br/>Tsukauchi shrugged at that, and took a radio off of his belt to call in the scene. Makino turned to look back at the woman as the radio chirped and gurgled. "What's her name?" he asked to the room at large. "Not her given name--her hero name?"<br/><br/>"Droplet," Kamui Wood said after a moment, and Endeavor shot him a glare. Makino just nodded.<br/><br/>Droplet. He'd remember that.