Aria nodded, and took Kass in her arms again to fly back over the street and over the opera house itself - in case the streets leading around either side for it held more goons running out to assist the four sirines who'd been able to teleport or shadowjump or whatever it was outside the place after them, or lawmen passing by or having noticed the indigo blood.<br/><br/>Gliding in almost perfect silence through the air, the musimagic canceling the vibrations even of her wingbeats and breath, she didn't see any such along either side street, though. The opera house roof was thatch, and a shallow conical shape to cap the cylinder of the building itself, with a small iron steeple and weathervane at the center.<br/><br/>Once they reached the front lip of the opera house's roof, peering over, they saw a single doorman dressed like the other two but visibly younger and ganglier; a nervous-looking pipe-smoking teenage boy with greasy red hair. He might very well be one of the conspirators, but it looked unlikely he could deliver punches and kicks such as Kass had felt.<br/><br/>Aria whispered, "Huh, they posted a<em>less</em>intimidating looking guy outside after an attack. Sneak or talk our way past him? If the latter, maybe we'll come back around horizontally, since dropping out of the sky makes us look rather conspicuous in retrospect." The youth at least hadn't noticed them yet.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Forgot the 8 hp damage from the sirines; Kass's total was 32+20+8 = 60, so 6 lesser vigor charges instead of 5.<br/><br/>Don't apologize - if you do in fact think I'm metagaming, I'd rather you call it out than tacitly resent it or something.