"Alright, thanks Trace" Ms Twist looked around for the tallest building nearby and started to walk in that direction. First slowly meandering over, then jogging, then doing flips till at the 5th flip she coiled her legs into a spring and launched herself up. Any distance she couldn't make, a simple arm reach was all that was need to make it atop. She couldn't stand walking around the streets, or being seen without reason that is. Her family was never one to accept what the agency allowed her to do, what the school she attended helped her become. The agency barely even allowed her to be a pro hero fresh out of the school, but the numbers don't lie and training programs were a bit too easy for her. Miss Twist thought of these as she paced a top the building, seeing taller ones across the city. She sighed and sat at the ledge and stared down, anyone looking would just see her figure, she didn't care at this distance.<br/><br/>Stretching around town like a slinky down stairs, it was second nature and allowed Taffy some thinking time. Luckily the flipping and rotating vision didn't cause dizziness, she had adapted to that in school after several years of head aches. But she couldn't stop thinking about how the Roxy clone got her hands free, she insisted to herself that her arms were bound. Miss Twist was somewhat of a perfectionist, always seeing to make no mistakes, even Human ones. Now and again during the patrol she would stop to stretch her head around the edges of the building she stood on to see if anyone needed help, or if anyone shady was suspected of harm to others or illegal maneuvers. She had never worried about bones, back problems, kinda funny when she first thought about it. But then again, that means she is butter to a hot knife, and a sponge to any amount of force. Glossing over the block area, she kept stretching across buildings with either handstands, spring jumps with her legs, or flipping and jumping.