The more she heard about Hotura the less Spook was liking her. Just how many tigers did she have patrolling her jungle, anyway? A bit of order was alright, sure. Some common sense laws that didn't need to be written down and enforcers to make sure things didn't get too out of hand. But that could only go so far before it started edging in on the freedom which was the foundation of The Dreg. Admittedly not everyone living under Pangea was there by choice, hell most of them would be glad to live up above, those were the background faces, the people who eeked by day to day and didn't amount to more than the waste they left behind. Those who knew the score, who didn't keep their heads down or cowtow to anyone, they knew that their basic freedom of life was worth giving up the security blanket of rules and routines. It sounded like Hotura had her hands gripping too tight around her little empire, which meant she was worried about losing her hold. Yeah, it wouldn't take long for someone like Typhoon Mary to tell that kind of person where to shove it.<br/><br/>Being at the back of the line getting into the lift meant Spook was the one left at the front and staring at the closed doors with the tigers all behind her. She considered asking one of them for a spare gun, hell she'd even take a knife at this point given that the one normally stored in her foot was resting in some WatchTower storage locker. On the other hand it was already four against one, the odds of her even being needed was questionable as long as she got out of the way once the elevator hit the right floor. And that kind of request showed a certain weakness, not to mention none of the tigers had any real reason to trust her.<br/><br/>"Only to this part of it," she answered the woman's question. "I took a joyride through lower Pan and this was the closest route back home." She opened her mouth to say more, but from the response she got Spook couldn't tell if anything she'd said had really been heard. It seemed more like the woman was trying to take her mind off of things, maybe it was claustrophobia if Spook had to guess. Or maybe being in closer quarters was enough to make her anxious. Whatever the case, the tiger woman was obvious relieved when the doors opened and so was Spook for that matter.<br/><br/>For a brief moment it felt like being a Dreg boss with an armed escort, the way the other three got battle ready all around her. Spook followed after the first two, while the big man brought up the rear. If she'd been feeling especially cowardly she could have stuck behind him, there was no chance of getting hit with that much meat and metal between her and whatever they were here to check out. It'd also keep her from seeing things go down or lending a hand if it were needed, so not her style. The woman was their eyes, 'Z' was the ears and the big guy brought the muscle, the odds of Spook bringing anything they lacked to the table were pretty low but damned if she wouldn't try. Already things weren't going as expected with two targets instead of one. Someone pacing in a room generally meant one thing: waiting for something. Whether nervous and expecting a hammer to fall or eager for the bait to be taken...<br/><br/>Spook half turned toward the big guy when his extra-large 'hand' nudged her, keeping her eyes on Z going to the door. Was he really going to stand right in front of it while knocking? It didn't take a genius to expect that the response might be a bullet, even if they weren't dealing with at least one impatient person. Her body was already tensed before the warning came, and she was down in a crouch instantly though the sheer force of the response from inside was more than she'd counted on. If she'd expected the door to be practically vaporized she would have moved further back like the others. As it was, she was the closest to the figure who came barreling out and there wasn't time to try and run after that.<br/><br/>It was instinct which drove her actions, no time to stop and contemplate the situation. Fight or flight and the second option got her shot in the back, that much was immediately obvious. The man was armored, the array of eyes on his dome probably meant he could track all of them without turning his head, but those facts didn't have time to register, not yet. Spook leapt up from her crouched position, not directly at the man but rather to the side toward the wall on her right. Her metal foot kicked out the moment she connected and she sprung at him from that angle, leaving a sizable hole and crumbling plaster in her wake. She led with her right arm, reaching for the wrist holding the gun pointing in her general direction. As far as reactions went, this one was edging in close under changing vehicles at hight speed. Spook grabbed that wrist and tried to yank it upward, so that the gun would be pointing at his own head, she had to trust that Tenzou's new model could overpower whatever he had. As she attempted that she also moved her body up against the man's so that he was between her and whatever was still in the room he'd jumped out of, his armor would protect her as much as him or even more so. Her left hand shot out as well, to try and stop his other weapon from turning her way, though she was relying as much on surprise as anything else to ward that off in time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>