So far the day had been going quite good Leon had left the mansion to do a day of sight seeing the the big apple, having spent almost all of his life in London the lure of the big city's didn't seem to phase him that much however it was very different in a lot of subtle ways that made him feel...insignificant. Like for example the way people just seemed to ignore each other, in his eyes that was just plain rude but he had only been in New York for a limited amount of time so he still had to get used to its ways and rules.

He had already found out a few of these rules first hand earlier that day, Like when he was in a small convenience store buying water, it all went so well until he tried to buy some cigarettes. Then it all went down the shop keeper of course looked at him like, who do you think you are? Leon being used to smoking for several years and buying his own cigarettes back in England left the store fuming. 

And then there was the general buzz of the city that goes on all the time, he used to wonder why it was called the city that never sleeps but now he knew, having spent most of his nights awake and listening to the sounds of the city. Well to put it plainly he was tired of the sounds of the city and really needed a cigarette, but of course in his rush to get out and see the sights he only grabbed his lighter and left his cigarettes under his pillow. 

All of that had happened a few hours ago and he still hadn't been back to get his cigarettes, so here he was wandering the streets of NYC surrounded by grand shops and the city lights. And barely managing to keep himself from releasing a vat of anger from exploding out on whatever, and whoever was around him.

It was wet. It had been wet this morning when Vance got up. It was wet when he stopped for mid-morning tea and now mid afternoon it was still wet. Vance was pleased. He enjoyed the drizzle not only did it keep him cool and keep the plants happy... Not that there were that many around but it also reminded him of home... English drizzle and of course Ophelia, Or more correctly her Hydrokenisis. This was the first time he had thought of her since moving over to America, he quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, they were not pleasant nor were they productive. He was on a mission. That morning he had decided to walk south of his house and complete his mental map of the area directly surrounding his house. He was not all that fond of the city being from the countryside himself, the air smelt bad, there were people everywhere that were not his servants and worst of all there was little to no plant life. If the city had to have a redeeming quality Vance would give it Uniformity. Most of the area surrounding him was set out in blocks, rows and columns very orderly very English.

He came to a break in the pattern a corner shop, this was something he was keen to take a mental note of. He stood there his hair damp but still styled back over his shoulders. The ruffles on his shirt drooping slightly under the weight of the moisture building up on him. As he stood there in the middle of the pavement amidst a stream of people he closed his eyes and concentrated on finding plant life around him. Every plant he found he would "look" through to study its surroundings. This went on for a good minute or so whilst people circumnavigated him, His eyes suddenly shot open and he stumbled backwards to lean against a wall...
"Why must people have plants in their bathroom" He thought to himself as he raised one gloved hand to his mouth in disdain. He really must learn to stop doing that in residential areas bathrooms and bedrooms where not the place to keep a plant. He foolishly mid-blink stepped forward again with the intention of joining the slipstream of people passing by but because he had his eyes closed he walked straight into a rather brutish gentleman in what could only be described as biker gear, what on earth he was doing in this district was beyond Vance... Unless he himself had transgressed some sort of boundary.
He had little time to think before he was encircled by what he assumed were the gentleman's "Gang"... This might be tricky.
He raised his hand in an apologetic manner.
"I beg your pardon I do apologies" Vance said in his usual formal English accent, he was not particularly sorry but this was the social norm in the presented situation. It was in Vance's opinion their fault for not watching where they were going.
He stood there as the gang members did nothing but glare at him. 

Rain, even in america they got rain and it wasn't even the nice heavy rain that you could sleep to or would calm you down, it was the damp horrible drizzle. And it only helped to make Leon's already dangerously aggressive mood turn to something that most people would call down right murderous, but he like to call these moods being thoroughly ****** off.

He had just about had enough of the weather and the general  mood of the city when he heard a very British sounding apology. Looking to find the source of the speech took him to a  break in the normal pattern of blocks and streets. It was there that he found a corner shop and what looked like a man about to be attacked by a biker gang. 

Oh yeah that'll work just fine. He thought to himself as a small smile parted from his lips, he decided to get a good look at the gang before he went into what he liked to refer to as "the fray". Upon closer inspection there seemed to be one head Biker, yeah he was pretty sure that they where bikers, and with him where five of his gang. Best of all Leon counted three of them smoking cigarettes. And if they where smoking then they had more on them, he saw this as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. He could play with these nice tough looking bikers for a while and take all of their cigarettes..at the same time.

From the inspection of the gang he had deduced that they where not that smart, they all where wearing biker gear and looking tough, and that normally meant that they where not that smart but he could be wrong. Either way he thought the direct approach would be best. Without further ado Leon doubled over and let all of the ash that he had accumulated over the countless cigarettes he had that week, he wiped his mouth after letting it all spill onto the floor watching the gang the whole time waiting for them to notice.

Well here go nothing. He thought excitedly as he readied himself for what he was about to do. "Well well well, what do we have here? Are these men bothering you sir?" he asked in a mocking voice directing almost all of his annoyance and scorn at the gang.

Vance stood there surveying the people around him. He was now surrounded on all sides by the six gang members. He was reasonably confident he was in no danger. He might not be strong or fit but he was fast and they were in a public place, surely none of them were angry enough to start anything in public.
“Now if you will all excuse me, I have places to be and things to do...” Vance said quietly and directly to the man he had walked into. Before he could move he was assaulted by the smell of bad breath and cigarette smoke.
“You hav sum nurve talkin ta me like that... bein all condrad.. condition...” The biker began gruffly before trailing off.
“Condescending ?” Vance chipped in before he thought it through fully, he genuinely was trying to help, But he could see veins on the man's neck swell a little so he was sure he wasn't helping. But before anything could escalate any further they were interrupted by another person. Vance glanced quickly to his left and noticed a gentleman no taller than him but slightly better build standing there. The glance was to quick to take in much else about him or the ash on the floor.
Even without seeing the ash Vance just knew this situation was going to end badly if he left it to draw out its own course, So he thought it his place to intervene. First order of business was getting off the streets, the recent news between mutants and humans probably meant it was unsafe for them to fight in the streets if it really had to come to that.

“No not at all...” Vance interjected before the bikers could say anything. “We were actually just going to go for a walk were we not ?” He finished the interjection pointing his slender gloved fingers towards the alley to his right and raising his eye brows at the main biker. The grinding of cogs in the bikers head was almost audible as he tried to figure out what was going on.
“Feel free to join us, the more the merrier” he finished with one of his best fake smiles, the crowd around the gang of bikers seemed to have bought it for the most part and with no further reason to watch began to disperse. He was sure a few of them at least knew that it would be dragged out into the alleyway but they probably didn't want to get involved.
It was then with the clearing crowd Vance began to notice people startle when they walked near the man who had spoken to them, Vance started at the head and worked his way down,
“Normal... Normal... Normal... Ash?” He thought to himself. There were not many reasons he could think of as to why a man would stand in front of ash, or for that matter any reason why ash would be there in the first place. Well no time to think about that. He turned quickly ninety degree's and walked past one of the smaller members of the gang nimbly but narrowly dodging a shoulder barge as he did. During this dodge he dropped one of his medical capsules into the man's hood. He did not stop to see if they were following him into the alleyway.

Well that got their attention. He thought as what he could only assume was the head biker made a statement, well tried to make a statement what came out was more a slur of words with no real meaning. This only proved what he had previously thought about the bikers, that they where in fact rather stupid. His grip on this mindset was increased more when one of them attacked the innocent bystander.

Well then lets go. He thought to himself as he willed the ash behind him to rise. From the amount he had inside him he guessed the cloud was roughly his size but that was spread quite thin, so that wouldn't do. Making a fist with his right hand he willed the storm behind him to shrink and compact together, he kept this up for a few seconds until he knew it would go no tighter. In this time he noted that all but two of the bikers had run after the man. He didn't really mind that a few had run off after all what fun would it be if they lined up for him?  

Almost on Que one of the two remaining bikers broke for the alleyway, only to be lifted off of his feet by the storm sweeping across from behind Leon. "We can't have that now can we?" He said with a little laugh, it had been so long since he had last let off some steam. Since he had last been in a good and proper fight, although this fight was looking to be rather one sided. Looking at the man now being held up against the wall of the shop by the ash storm, it was rather entertaining to see him like that but he couldn't stay and play with these two long. After all there was four more bikers and some random person who looked to be a victim down the alleyway.

"HEY you let him go!" 

Hmm? Leon had heard the voice and only assumed it had come from the other biker still here. Well the fact that he was still here impressed Leon quite a lot, but to stay AND speak up now that took guts...or shear stupidity which by the looks of it he had allot of. Still holding the other man up with his ash he looked over the other guy, he seemed rather skinny and new to the whole gang life so he didn't deserve to be beaten up slowly or harshly. Although in his inspection he saw that he was smoking and that gave Leon an idea that he wasn't entirely proud.

With a click of his fingers Leon willed the burning ash at the end of this mans cigarette to burn the whole cigarette and keep going, all the way down into the mans throat....  Without bothering to check if the man was still breathing or if he had a pulse Leon walked over and searched him for his prize. Which he found in the top pocket, and it was freshly opened to. Putting a cigarette from the pack into his mouth he used the tip of his flaming finger to light it. Looking at his arm he could see the flames although not very clearly, it looked more like the occasional flicker on his shoulder or arm than a burning person. 

Whilst he did this the ash holding up the man silenced his screams for his friend, letting the body drop to the floor in a very hasty manner. Pleased with how quickly he had dealt with these two Leon set off down the alley to find the rest.

Vance now quite far into the alleyway turned sharply to face the four bikers that had followed him, he waited a second or so to see if the other two had followed. The alleyway was wide enough to fit the four men standing shoulder to shoulder with room to spare either side and extended up for fifteen floors or so, there was a fire escape ladder just behind them and the trash cans were all standing upright which was a surprise to Vance. This alleyway was obviously used more frequently than others and so maintained quite well, Not the place for an incident.

“Well” Vance started his cheerful demeanour all but gone, “I does not look like your friends will be joining us so let us look at this logically for a second...” He paused to see if there was going to be a rebuttal to his statement from any of them. “I am not sure about both of you but as a mutant I do not wish to get the police involved over something as petty as bumping into one of you in the street.” He waited to allow his words to sink in, they were close enough to him that he saw the pupils of at least two of them dilate when he mentioned the word mutant. Vance was not entirely sure why but mutant seemed to be a buzz word around NYC at the moment, He would have to find out why.

“Did any of you notice the ash by that other gentleman's feet ?” He asked looking left to right along the line to blank stares, “Of course you did not, well he is probably a mutant as well since I am almost certain that New York City is not known for its street level ash piles... Count your blessings that you chose to follow me... He seemed ready and more than willing to fight... I on the other hand have no need to demonstrate my superiority.” He finished his almost monotones monologue and waited for one of them to decided how they wanted act.
The largest of them the same man who had caused this whole problem was the first to speak,
“Prov” He started but was cut of with a flick of Vance's wrist Vance had no need to move his body to control his mutation but felt theatrical today. Vance knew exactly what he was going to say and so exerted his control over the seed he had planted in one of their hoods causing it to bind the man's arms above his head and to his neck. The men either side of Vance's target backed off and had their backs against the walls either side of the alley.
Vance's smile had changed to a smirk as he watched his target struggle against the vines. Vance walked over to the man and slowly grabbed the vines causing them to wither and die.
“You see gentlemen, I could get rid of you now. I snap my fingers and you all get torn to shreds... But I am sure you have families and perhaps even friends, nothing done today warrants causing undue pain and emotional suffering to any party or extended parties involved...” He backed of and spoke once more but this time his words were a lot colder and his tone far more menacing.
“You all have one chance and one chance only, Apologies and leave. Do it quickly before I bore of this entire situation and find the need to entertain myself.” Vance had no intention of killing them or fighting for that matter, it served no purpose and would only make his life more difficult in the long run. He watched as they apologised varying from quickly muttered sorry to grovelling for their lives.
He smiled once more his cheerful façade returning.
“ I would leave that way if I were you” He said pointing behind him to the opposite end from which they had entered. “You do not want to run into any more trouble do you ?” The last question was obviously rhetorical and they seemed to understand that. They left quickly moving at a pace just short of a job. Vance then waited in the alleyway to see if either the gentleman with the ash by his feet or the other two arrived.

As he tore down the alleyway in search of the last four bikers he wondered how the man was doing, from the quick glance that he had gotten before he started to fight. He would guess that he isn't much of a fighter more the intellectual type, Especially using all of the fancy words that more than likely made the bikers angry. That aside he hoped that they didn't hurt him to much after all he was just caught up in a scrap, a little collateral damage.

Once he reached the man he was very surprised to fin him alone. He couldn't have beaten all four of them already? Could he? Well he doesn't look like much so I guess he must be a mutant. He thought staring at the man, giving him quick glance over he didn't seem to have a scratch on him. No wound or any mark of a fight, so he must be a mutant at least that was the only logical conclusion that came to him."I'll take it you manged to make the other four run away, because no offence but you don't exactly look like the fighting type." Said Leon, letting the burnt ends of his cigarette fall and add to the swirling ash clouds around his legs. 

"Anyway as you have most likely guessed I am a mutant, and judging by the sounds coming from where I just was those two are dead. I had meant to knock them out but I guess I got carried away, but hey, what can you do?" He said with a sigh, although he did not feel guilty for what he did he know one thing, it wasn't the best thing that they where dead after all allot of people saw what he did. The most likely reason that no one intervened was fear, he had seen what he looked like in windows and mirrors. Even he had to admit a man with fire shifting over his body controlling black/ grey ash clouds was pretty creepy stuff.

But that in the past and Judging from the shouting and sirens in the distance they where about to have some very unwelcome company. I don't think I will ever be able to live this down He though remembering that the mansion has a record of his powers. Meaning that if they catch wind of what happened which he had no doubt they will, after all if he was a cop and herd that a mutant had committed murder he would head to the mutant school. But one description from the cops and he would be in so deep with the mansion staff and the cops.

Vance watched as the man from before came running up the alleyway, stop and stared at him. Vance did not have to wait long to find out what was confusing the man. Vance hated the phrase “no offence” it always preceded or was proceeded by something that could be or was being masked as a sort of insult. Vance let it slide as he usually did, it was more than likely that they guy actually did mean no offence but years of living in the upper classes where everything was an insult to one degree or another had jaded him.
The man was no matter how Vance might have decided to take the comment, correct.
“You are incorrect but I can see how you came to that conclusion.” Vance smiled on completion of the sentence in an attempt to show that he too did not mean to offend.

Not that Vance was in any sort of position to judge the conduct of another he did find it rather disdainful that not only did this man kill another two humans beings for doing very little “wrong” but he also seemed to care very little. At least Vance himself was out of any trouble, having not been seen attacking anyone and only involved as a human if he was taken in for questioning it was unlikely he'd be charged with anything....Although this was all based on English law not American law.
Speaking of trouble he could hear the sirens getting closer and closer to their position.
“We appear to be stuck with one another for the moment, the way I see it is that we have two options....” He paused only briefly to make sure the man, who on closer inspection appeared to be far younger than Vance had thought, was listening.
“Option one, We wait here and see what the police have to say... Or option two we climb up that fire escape behind you and into the apartment building... I probably do not have to tell you which option I prefer” He trailed of as he had a thought.

He ran up to the where the fire escape ladder's hung, leapt up into the air and pulled the ladders down. Although he was being as quite as he could the sound of metal grating on metal would probably be hard to miss. He was glad he had gloves on, For one they protected him from the rusted and probably unclean fire escape stairs but more importantly they would stop him leaving any sort of fingerprints. He stopped to look at the other man and beckoned him along.
“You should go first, the police are looking for you or at least someone that fits your description, if they arrive before I have climbed the stairs I will try and throw them off your trail... Just get up the ladders and hide I will open the door.... quietly” Vance was pretty sure that because of the flashy nature of this man's mutation he was more likely to blast the door out of his way attracting yet more attention.

Quickly remembering his manners Vance added quickly,
“ My name is Vance by the way”

This new guy who had just identified himself as Vance was...helping him? that struck him as bit odd but oh well now was neither the place nor time to question it, without a further second being spent he made the ash swirl into his mouth and down into his lungs. It wasn't the wisest thing to make so much ash fill his reserves so fast but he would have to deal with that later. wiping his mouth to make sure that none was around his mouth he looked directly at Vance, "Thanks I'm not entirely sure why you would help me as technically I am now classed as a murderer..." He let his voice trail off at the end, and not by his choice he just couldn't keep his voice working as that realization started to sink into him. 

He was in fact now by law a murderer, that itself wasn't that part that made him feel on edge, It was the way people would view him. No longer would he be the kid from England no he would be a murderer, Just another scum of the city. That was if they caught him, after all it was a pretty public event and it had no visible catalyst but it was a shot. Looking over himself to be sure that he was put out, and still not alight he moved towards the ladder now descended and resting on the floor.

Great there is no possible way this could get any worse. He thought as he climbed the ladder, of course he was wrong as the ladder had been rusty and filthy. Once he reached the top of the ladder and stood on the fire escape his hands where covered  in grime and small flakes of rust, the rest of the fire escape didn't seem to be in much better shape. Looking around he could clearly see that it was a basic fire escape with little or no objects, minus the occasional trash can or two. Deciding it was a much better alternative than getting brought to prison he crouched behind the two trash cans. The hiding wasn't perfect but it was the best he could do, he guessed he would be hidden to all except the people directly below him.

Lets hope cops can't look up He thought to himself solemnly as he heard a more footsteps approaching rather rapidly.

“I would tell you not to worry about it, but those would be hollow words... I am in no position to judge you. The only thing I am sure of is that as a mutant your punishment would probably outstrip your crime in this case.” Vance finished quickly as the man inhaled all the ash around him... At least he clean up after himself.
Vance watched as the other man climbed the ladder and hid behind trash cans at the top of the ladders, at least he knew how to follow orders.

Vance carefully pulled a trash can in front of the ladders and tipped its contents onto the ground around the base of the ladder, He then took of his rust covered gloves and shoved them hastily into his pockets. He took a deep breath closed his eyes and sprawled himself amongst the garbage. The speed of his actions spurred on by the sound of high the tempo foot fall that approached.
Time to act Vance... Thought Vance. The situation was a little different but the premise was the same as at home. He was ready just in time to see two armed police officers appear from around the corner guns drawn scanning the alleyway.

Vance started to cough and wheeze acting as if he'd had the wind knocked out of him as he slowly tried to pull himself up from the trash he was sitting in.
Both cops froze at the sight of him, guns raised as the one on the left called over,
“Identify yourself !” Vance turned to look at them and pulled a look of horror across his face, he instantly looked at the ground dropped to his knee's back into the garbage and shot his hands into the air.
“Please do not shoot me” Vance called over pathetically putting on a shaky voice.
“Identify yourself!” the police man called over far harsher this time.
“V..vvv....Vance Octavia, civilian, tourist” Vance cried back stuttering to add some depth to his act. He looked at the floor the whole time.
The policeman that had shouted at him motioned towards Vance to the other policeman, the first police man was a short scruffy haired individual with a stereotypical moustache and sun glasses, the hair was probably due to a helmet he had worn on the way over. The other police officer was a large balding dark skinned gentleman who looked like he could bench press a small motor bike.
The large dark skinned policeman arrived at Vance and to Vance surprise helped him up, he holstered his gun and the other police man did the same.
“This is not our perp, description is all wrong.” He spoke in a soothing voice at the moustached man. He then turned to Vance “What happened here? Were looking for a dangerous mutant who passed through this way” He gave a loose description of the man Vance had been speaking too, the description was close enough to catch him out... Time to change that.
Vance spoke with a little more confidence this time but still acting a little startled “I am not sure if it is the man you are looking for, but... … there was a group of men who ran through here followed by another, the other kind of looked like that but used rocks as a power not ash... he knocked me into that trash heap over there with a lump of rock” He directed them to his chest.
“Look... No ash, He also had blue eyes not brown eyes and had a tattoo of a spade on his left palm” He smiled sweetly but weakly in an attempt to gain their trust. What ever he was doing appeared to be working, the moustached man changed some of the wording on his notepad.
“We're going to have to ask you to make a statement but we have to pursue him, we need your contact details ” The smaller man spoke at him.
“My number is 07757875392 ”he rattled off his old English mobile number. The police officers nodded at him and ran out the other end of the alley chasing a man that did not exist. Vance's facial features slipped back to their natural cold position for but a moment before he recreated his usual façade. With that he put on his dirty gloves again and climbed the ladder. It was not until he reached the top that he noticed how ruined his hair and cloths where.

The sight of his head popping up was a welcome one, it was also different and amusing to see how stupid some cops could be around the city, taking the word of one man over other bystanders but it worked and that's all that matters. When he moved away from the trash cans he saw how messed up Vance looked with his clothing and hair both being dirty, seeing as he was the cause of this he should at least say sorry. "Hey thanks for that, names Leon by the way and sorry about getting you all messed up." He said with the half smile. "To be honest I am really surprised that they bought it, and it sucks that you have to go give a statement." He said keeping with the smile, after all it would be rude to not be nice to the guy after what he did for him.

Standing up straight he looked around for door and noticed one above, without waiting to see if Vance was OK he moved up the stairs and waited before the door wondering what was behind the door. From the look of the door the place would be a normal bog standard apartment building, so he guessed that this would lead into someones home or a hallway. Deciding the best way to find out was to enter he tried to open the door. It was locked and shook slightly as he attempted to open it. From the looks of the door itself it was fairly weak and really old, with cracks and splinters covering it. The hinges also looked like they where hanging on by there last legs being covered in rust. 

"Doors weak but we can do it your way or my way. Your choice." He called down to Vance being careful to not let any people who may still be looking down the alleyway for him hear him. He didn't think that he would have to worry much as everyone but the police seemed pretty scared, and after the show he gave them he didn't blame them.

“They had no true reason to doubt me, the speed at which they came up the alley means that it was unlikely that they spoke to more than one or two people.” Vance finished matter of factly. It was true, giving a statement was going to be a bother, he had really hoped to keep his head down the first few months at least.
Well what was done was done he thought and shrugged a little.

After hearing that it was his choice on how the pair entered the building he followed up the rickety rusted stairs and stood behind Leon. It was a standard fire escape door, red with bolts locking it closed at the top and the bottom of the frame on the inside no doubt. This would be easy.
Vance as a teen had taught himself to use cards or screwdrivers to open doors around the house without turning the handle and thus making no noise. He had also come home drunk through a fire door in his parents mansion on more than one occasion.
Vance ushered Leon out of the way and surreptitiously slid a medical capsule through the gap under the door. He stood up and placed his gloved palm against the door , he closed his eyes.
He used his mutation to grow the vine seed up the door curling around the release bar in the center and unlocked the door. Before he swung open the door Vance used his mutation once more to to shrink the vine plant back into a seed, he crushed it and the medical capsule into an unrecognisable pulp under his heel as he marched into the building. It would do him no good to reveal the nature of his powers so early. Once in the hallway he beckoned Leon in.

The hall was dimly lit with just as many lights working as not. There were one or two dying potted plants outside door's that looked like they could use a good paint. All in all it was not a clean or pleasant place at all, but at least it was empty and quiet save for the hum of electricity.

It was mildly surprising when Vance seemed to open the door with nothing but a touch, it seemed to take a few seconds but it was silent and sufficed to open the door. "Personally I would have just ripped it off its hinges, and looking at the place a broken door would fit right in." He said, looking at the place in more detail it really was not a nice place, with all of the dead plants and unclean places. as he took a step forward he slowed down a bit as the movement made him realize how uncomfortable his chest was feeling.

With another step he fell to one knee, as the feeling in his chest escalated to out right pain coming right from his lungs. He knew what it was and was just annoyed that he had been so careless to try and store so much so fast, falling down to both knees he bent over and threw up all over the floor. looking at the sick that came out and was on the floor, it had a very dark color being grey or yellow and speckled with small pieces of ash. "Well that sucked." He said plainly with a very gruff voice, he didn't mean for his voice to be so gruff but his throat was burning from the sick and raw from the ash.

Rising to stand again he carefully stepped over the sick now spreading across the floor, on the plus side it wasn't as though he had ruined any carpets or buildings as the place was already unclean. Walking down the hallway he noticed a set of stairs that led down, down to where he didn't know but if the building had any sense they would lead to the ground floor. 

"Found some stairs, not sure where they lead but it looks down." He shouted back to Vance, he was happy to hear that his voice was getting back to normal, even if it did still make him sound like he had eaten sandpaper.

OCC: Sorry for the lack of non phone internet. I am back now.

”Yes but then you would leave finger prints everywhere” Vance cut in quickly, his new companion did not seem to understand the whole stealth and lets not be caught theme he was trying to go for.
Vance was not prepared for what happened next, he was very quick make sure that when the sick started to slid in the direction the building was obviously facing it would not come near him.
Vance then watched as Leon nimbly stepped over his own vomit and walked down the hall, Vance followed a little behind in case he was sick again... Vance was already covered in refuse and dirt, vomit was not an addition he wanted to add to his look.
Stairs leading down Vance thought to himself.
”We probably do not want to go down, police will be swarming the area since I am pretty sure the people you fought are dead...” He trailed off a little to let the thought sink in. He was not trying to make Leon feel bad about his actions but he was trying to convey the gravity of the situation.
”How are you at acrobatics ?” Vance asked knowing full well that he himself was useless at them, he could some how mess up a forward roll.

He left the question in the air while he looked around for other fire exits, this building was huge, probably over seven floors there had to be some sort of roof exit he kept seeing on American TV programs. He looked around again being careful not to trip over anything or make the place look any worse.
”Do those stairs go up as well?” He called over form where he was.
He was quickly trying to come up with a second plan. If they could not go up then they would have to go down but he was likely to be correct the police would probably be out in force.
What if... he thought to himself.
He would wait for the answers from Leon but had already concocted a backup plan, he would set of the fire alarms and would exit the building along with the crowds of people. This would help them blend in and hopefully escape... This was of course only if there was not a roof exit.