So, the girl was nuts. That was fine. She could live with nuts, as long as this street shaman was actually competent in some way. The elf shrugged and fell backwards, extending her grapple gun halfway down to catch the edge of the drop and swing into the warehouse like Indiana Jones, drawing both swords even as she retracted the line back into her. With her thermographic vision still active, she swept into a low, agile crouch, examining the place from her new vantage point before calling out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>