A deeply held breath of relief was released by Jack, who flipped a switch on the car's dashboard. Panels on the front and back bumpers, as well as the roof of the vehicle, slid open to reveal red and blue lights. The lights then began to flash, though no sirens accompanied them, to mark the section of the road as a potential emergency and keep oncoming drivers from plowing into the parked car. With the warning signs now clearly active, Jack undid his seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out. "The hell are you two doing out here?" He asked, with a tone more of concern than any anger. Jaywalking was common enough, and Jack normally would have just waved someone doing it off, but the crate raised some suspicions. "Anyone hurt?"<br/><br/>As Jack pushed his door shut, Anne opened hers and stepped out as well, arms crossed loosely over her stomach. Nobody looked hurt, though she was definitely wondering just what two well-dressed people were doing carrying a box around at night. From her experience, it rarely meant good business. "They look like they're okay," Anne responded, carefully eyeing the crate. "Anything fragile in there? Sorry if we made you drop it." She directed the question at the pair that had nearly been pancaked, and uncrossed her arms as she took a few steps around the front of the car. While she didn't mean to come across as rude, one could never be too careful around this part of the city. More than a few less-than-lawful types traveled through the area with crates full of illegal items.<br/><br/>Taking note of Anne's gaze, Jack slightly adjusted the sleeve on his left arm, rolling it up to expose the rest of his metallic forearm. It wasn't immediately clear what it would accomplish, though the added exposure of the mechanical limb made it a bit more obviously visible. If the silvery armour plating hadn't given its presence away already, the sight of the elbow joint would make it abundantly clear that it was more than just a fancy gauntlet.