The second floor was just as disgusting as Reaper expected it to be. The bashed in roof did little to help, the tiles scattering as the darkness elemental continued to stalk into the depths of the home. Aside from the creaking under her own feet, and after a few moments her teammates presumably joining her in the downstairs, it was silent. If Scarlet Shifter was here she was being as light on her feet as a cat, which was to be expected from the shifter. Still, the beacon of someone nearby was persistent, and as such so was Reaper.

Her fingers found the frame of one of the only intact rooms on the second floor, leaning in cautiously to peer into the darkness. Reaper’s fingers flexed at her side, shadow wisping as not for the first time she wondered why she couldn’t actually [i]see[/i] in the dark. Of course, those thoughts were sufficiently derailed by another’s voice.

“Ten seconds. You have ten seconds to talk.” Immediately Reaper’s back went rigid, but she wasn’t stupid enough to whirl around. Her eyes flicked side to side, down to her shadow as though reassuring herself it was there for her to escape into if needed. However before her thoughts could be collected it seemed one of the other vigilantes indeed had her back, as another one – Turn Back? – soon appeared. It was only as he began speaking did Reaper lift her head to slowly look over her shoulder, keeping her movements slow like one might around a spooked animal. She didn’t dare turn her back from Scarlet, lest she take the action as threatening. For now it was good to be safe – both her and the others had their own methods should things get rough.

“I think you already know you’re in danger, don’t you?” Reaper rumbled lowly, her blackened eyes focusing on what she could see of Scarlet’s wound. “So are we. Every person in this city is with Umbra around. But we have a safer alternative – I can get you out of here in an instant with no trace left for Umbra’s minions to follow you.” Reaper shrugged, turning her upper body just a bit as an ache settled into her neck. Her movements remained slow, deliberate. She didn’t turn her chest to Scarlet but did move to be able to look to her more. Beneath her the floor boards creaked slowly, and no doubt if Levi or the Gorgon were inside they could hear.

The place didn’t sound like Tank going through a stage though, so at least there was that.