[Sitting on one of the rooftops nearby is Monet, one leg crossed over another, thumb rubbing the nail of her index finger, occasionally glancing downwards or to the side, over the other buildings. She's out hunting tonight, a little hungry for action, and sometimes it seems although she's listening to the street below rather than actively watching. If she's seen Jason she makes no indication of it.]
[She sits, tapping her foot on the roof, and there's a distant shout which catches her attention. Someone's running their way.]
METAL;
[She sits, tapping her foot on the roof, and there's a distant shout which catches her attention. Someone's running their way.]