The Girl POV

She had a mutual agreement with the woman who wanted her dead at that one moment to be able to hold her breath for ten seconds. Ten seconds involving a look of horror and confusion spreading on her face as she gazed into the ruthless eyes of the woman. In that time span she understood only one thing. And that was if she didn't survive this encounter, she would be condemning the Drac which lay at the feet of her current offenders to an unfruitful death.

And she liked to consider herself a good person.

With a slow, collected breath, she felt a rush of adrenaline running through her veins as she saw the woman yelling something she couldn't quite comprehend. The reason of which may have been her lack of hearing, that conveniently happened whenever she needed it most, to herself it was all a blur as she bit back the urge to scream the names of the Killjoys in an attempt to conceal their identities from her attackers as she rushed down the steps along the side of the building. She would never admit it but she felt a wave of relief spread over her as she saw the car that would soon bring her to the only home she knew. She couldn't help but notice a hint of disgust in Jet's eyes as she raced around to the other side and jumped in the passenger seat. She put her head down and attempted to block out the cascading lights, the screams of the innocent and the guilty, not to mention Jet giving her another pathetic lecture. She knew what she had done well enough what she had done, but as she watched the streetlight soaring above her as the two sped out of Battery City she couldn't help but allow a smile take over her face despite the madness she had seen, and for a second, and not any more than one, she could've sworn that she saw Jet do the same.