The infiltrator can't help but pause for a moment to savor the feelings of warmth flowing through her body as she grabs hold of the gem... but when the gout of flame bursts through the door behind her, she lets the gem go and focuses on getting the nine hells out of dodge. Sure, the surprise of her sudden transformation had given her an edge... but eventually, the dragon would regain the advantage of fighting in his own demesnes. And if there's one thing Rauko does<em>not</em>believe in, it's getting into a straightforward, "fair" fight.<br/><br/>It's only once she reaches the apex of her climb that the blue haired woman even takes a moment to breathe. The night has been so damned chaotic that her brain almost feels like it has gone into hibernation for the winter... it's just moving slow, to the point where the lights of the city seem like a blur beneath her, and the air almost feels like it has frozen in place.<br/><br/>But she's not about to sit here and wait for it all to make sense. With a grunt of effort, the woman springs down to the floor below, working her way down until she's able to leap back over the walls and onto the roofs of the nearest building outside the censor's compound. Sooner she can get back to her rooftops, sooner she can get to home and safety...