<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Clichy-Sous-Bois, Paris, Streets<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Emily, open<br/><hr/><br/>"Take a chill pill, man." He sighed, more annoyed sounding than anything. "Yeah, exactly. You get it, Emily. But if I need to get out, I can do that well on my own. Faster than a  speeding bullet." He tried to subtly remind them of his ability to more or less teleport himself around. For sure, he did not wish to use it; but if he was put into a situation where he had no choice, well... "But, you guys can't pull that trick off. John's got his parkour skills, but you, Emily? If things go south, how are you going to get out of dodge? The only way I'm letting you come out here is if you've got a good escape plan." You know, he probably actually thinks that she'd let him stop her. But, he has his reasons, and while they may not be expressed, he thinks they're good ones.