The driver stepped madly on the breaks. "Whooah! Whaddya suppose that is?" he asked, leaning forward, peering and squinting at the building up ahead as if that would help him see better. They had heard gunshots. "That would be my cue to get out," said Rapture lightly. "Thanks for the lift. I never did catch your name...?" "Ah, just call me Otto, miss," the driver said with a hearty smile. "Then thank you Otto," she said, smirking for altogether different reasons. "You better turn around now and head back, it's only going to get worse. Messier." Seeing the look on his face, she added, "Trust me." "You be careful, now," Otto said, genuine concern in his voice. "This here's no place for a nice girl like you, all on her own." "Thanks for the thought, but I can take care of myself," Rapture said, just wanting to get going now. She quickly stepped away, and was glad he took the hint and said nothing more, only waving and driving back the way they came. Rapture headed for the establishment a few steps, then hesitated. Suddenly there was an explosion of sorts and a great cloud of dirt and smoke could be seen from the far side of the building. She started towards it again as the cloud began to disperse, quickening her step when she could see a figure running for a specific vehicle in the back lot. She began to run as the figure, a man, got in and drove back towards the fray. She rounded the corner just in time to see a frantic scene. “Every one in, lets get the hell out of dodge!” the man at the wheel shouted to a ragtag group who hurried towards his vehicle. The mob was clearly after them. Armed and able, thought Rapture as she saw their firearms. And they have a little girl with them. How...interesting. Or sick. She telepathically reached out to the crowd in general to try and see if anyone saw where the blast had come from, or who had caused it. The mixed impressions she found had one thing in common - the group leaving was certainly involved. Let me guess. It's the girl, she thought to herself, not surprised. It'd certainly explain why he told me that this one was one most weren't bothering about. She quickly glanced around, and seeing no convenient vehicle immediately ready to commandeer, she hoisted her sniper rifle. Taking aim quickly, she shot a few times from her cover. The shots hit unimportant, uncritical parts of the body of the vehicle, and in the heat of the moment would most likely be dismissed as misfires and poor aim from the crowd. Some paranoid conspiracy theorist perhaps might think otherwise, though. Thus marking the vehicle for her own purposes, Rapture tucked her weapon away again and began to properly look for a vehicle, or willing driver to pursue the group.