This wasn't one of those good days. This was one of those bad days. the types of days where anything that could go wrong to tick Sara off like spilling her tea, or ripping her favorite jacket on a loose board of a bench. For most of the day, Her problems weren't big problems. They were just all a bunch of small problems that added up to her being in a sour mood and her glare at the other inhabitants of New York, triggering their own glares or odd loose, weren't making her feel any better.

She was just starting to grumble to herself about the fact that her thumb claw had started to split the wrong way and would be painful if she didn't trim it properly. She was just contemplating picking up her old habit of biting her claws when there was the sound of gun shots a few blocks behind her. "Great." Sara mumbled. Meanwhile she fumbled through her pockets looking for her cell phone or her little x-men communicator. Swearing when she realized she'd left it behind somewhere. Surely Sam would chew her out but at the moment, that was the least of her concerns.

She spun on her heals headed for the sound and having no clue what she was headed into. Her long hair fanning around her shoulders in the breeze that she'd kicked up. The hem of her ripped jacket flying out behind her like a short cape to show her black tank top and brown cargo pants. Tail adjusting for her balance as she took up for the commotion. She was pretty sure that she remembered a bank being located some where near where to shots had rang out. Surely she wouldn't need to worry about calling the police because someone would have already called them.

Time to go to work.

Randy glanced down at the to-do list on his phone. He was still figuring out how to use the d*** thing but he was getting the basics down. Inventory, check. Ordering new stock, check. Bank deposit, check. Staff review, no check. The list went on for a bit. Most of it was items that could be done over the course of the next week. Still getting things done early helped keep business running smoothly. On the other hand Looking Glass wasn't open today so why was he working? Tucking his phone away he decided to enjoy the rest of the day. There was a small breeze, a slight chill in the fall weather, not too cold though. He might even go for a jog, or hit the gym if it got colder.

Randy heard the shots. Normally he didn't bother, this was New York after all, especially since he left his pistols at the office above his bar. However, seeing a certain "Queen of the Jungle" running towards the continued gunfire made this situation different. Quickly scanning towards the direction of the shots he saw the van in front of the bank he was at just a few minutes ago. "Oh s***!" He wasn't going to let another mutant charge into a gunfight alone. Nor was he about to loose the deposit this early in the business.

Randy took off running, eyes tracking the lioness. Diagonally front and left, about 45 feet away. He tripped and stumbled as he appeared next to her. Regaining his footing Randy started running again. "Going my way?"