The sudden crash jostled Sandra's attention, and she whirled herself over to the window, forcing it open to get a better look.  She barely had it cracked when she saw the source of the disturbance, quickly recognizing the man standing on the wreckage of the vehicle.  "Ken!"  Before her reflexes had time to kick in, she launched herself out the window, grabbing with both arms onto the nearby streetlamp.  The inertia spun her into a half-turn, swinging and spinning around before she let go once more, breaking into a run mid-fall to land upon one of the parked pickup trucks and keep moving towards him.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot around the forest as her combat reflexes kicked in, rushing to his side to protect him as her hand fished rapidly within her purse to get her gun ready.  Careful examination revealed that she'd gotten a new set of clothes, which both fit her better and looked cleaner, although they likely would start to get torn with her casual exuberance and haste to aid her friends.  The weapon was soon out of her purse, pointed out towards the trees as she got close enough to the warped steel to guard Ken's back.<br/><br/>She had no idea what had caused this, but simple questions could wait until safety was assured.  No more Scions were going to die on her watch if she could help it.