When her shift was over, Amelia made quick work of exiting the establishment and making her way home. She'd stopped paying much mind to the hour of day, much less who was on the streets. She kept her hands tucked securely in the pockets of her faux leather and fur jacket, arms pressed firmly to her sides to make herself as small as possible. Only four inches over five feet, she found herself easily lost in the bustle of New York City. Her nose burned from the car fumes, and she rubbed irritably at her eyes as smoke invaded her senses. Struck by the oddity of something being on fire, she took a quick turn at the next street, well-worn sneakers making little sound on the sidewalk. The crowds thinned and the buildings got older as she walked, and the smoke in the air had her struggling not to cough. She'd stopped being surprised by how little people in the city were affected by all of the sights, sounds, and smells around them on her first shift, but the crackling blaze was like surround sound to her.

[color=#d2691e]"What the hell?"[/color] she muttered to herself, seeing the flames and smoke coming from a single window, but threatening to spread quickly if not dealt with soon. There were few people on the street, one of them looking exactly where she was. Jogging over to him with determination in her eyes, she tapped his arm. [color=#d2691e]"Call 911,"[/color] she told him, trying to make it sound like an order, but it came out more like a suggestion. Her own phone was back at her small apartment, having died without a charger, and she silently cursed her luck. Of [i]course[/i] a building catches fire while she can't even call emergency services.

Weighing her options, Amelia decided that the guy next to her wasn't likely to steal her socks and sneakers, and quickly pulled off both and left them in the nearest alley. She gave a silent prayer that he didn't have a gun on him, because being shot would suck, but if someone was in that room, she doubted they were going to make it long enough for the fire department to come. There were no sirens ringing in her ears, so she had quickly ruled out the possibility of help coming soon enough, and with her feet bare and her hands empty, Amelia started scaling the building to get a look in the open window. Was it even open? Squinting as she crawled up the building with ease, she was pretty sure she could see glass shards - so broken, not open. Close enough, as long as she could get in there.