The note left in her pocket elicited only a faintly exasperated roll of her eyes. Level 5s weren't nearly so terrifying. Not nearly as much as they thought they were, and certainly not enough to spend much time worrying about. The cry for help? That was much more worthy of attention. Without another word to anyone, an indicator of where she was going, or even another moment for thought she was on her way.

Hence why she was sprinting towards the scene with her cards in hand. The Ace of Clubs should create any opening she needed. Karasawa, who was also sprinting towards the scene, might also be helpful. Maybe.