[h2][color=696969]Macavity - Denver Alley[/color][/h2]
Watching her take the drink without any heinous injuries inflicted upon himself relived the thief quite heavily, it seemed that he could relax just a slightly bit more without worrying about her power freezing the man without an indefinite time limit on that freezing. Though, as she chugged down the drink like a champ, the little bottle didn't seem to fully quench her thirst as the signs of fatigue was still etched into the eyes of the girl. He wondered how long she was trapped in that futuristic pod, there was also the fact of who she was as that girl could be some rampaging murderer trapped by the Bratva to use for their nefarious purposes. Or maybe she could be just some unlucky person found by the Bratva at the wrong place and time. Macavity shrugged to himself, it didn't exactly matter at the moment as he didn't detect any blood lust from the individual and also stealing [i]live[/i] parahuman cargo from the Bratva seemed exciting enough compared to immobile and heavy pieces of priceless artworks. 

Macavity found himself lost in thought for a bit longer than he had intended, that only ended when the girl suddenly outstretched her arm towards him, staring desperately at the remaining food within his hands. [color=696969][b]"Ah, you want the rest of this complete meal? Well, can't really deny a healthy snack time for a growing child."[/b][/color] Macavity said, walking towards her placing the last two food pieces within her arms reach, [color=696969][b]"Though, I wouldn't have started with the drink as getting rid of the muffin from your mouth can be quite a hassle without a drink to wash it all away."[/b][/color] Placing the food within her outstretched hand, the mysterious little abductee finally started to talk without any threatening involved in her sentence which was a good sign that he was starting to gain her trust.

[color=696969][b]"Oh? Chicago is quite a way from where we are at the moment,"[/b][/color] Macavity stated, [color=696969][b]"That is a good... 1000 mile drive away from there to Denver."[/b][/color] Continuing to listen to the story, Macavity wasn't too sure about the validity of the theory of her being an evil monster of destruction, but rather the latter theory of her just being in the wrong place and time. By the end, it seemed that she wanted something else of the thief rather than just the food, she wanted a phone. He could only assume that her objective was to obviously call someone important to her after the whole situation that she had found herself inside. The only people that this unassuming girl could make would be her guardians from her pre-abduction life. Macavity shot a glance at his tote bag for a moment, he did have a phone on him, but wasn't too sure to give the device to the girl. It wasn't in spite of her or anything, but from the stories that he had heard himself about the Bratva in shady areas, it was that they didn't leave many loose ends in their day-to-day operations. Well... What harm could it be? The worst case scenario is that her guardians are dead and they don't anwser the phone to their desperate daughter trying to contact her only family. Ok, that sounds just a tiny bit harsh but at least her rampage wouldn't start with himself right next to the source of that said rampage. [color=696969][b]"Yeah, I think I have something like that for you, hang on tight,"[/b][/color] Macavity said, reaching into his tote bag once again.

Rummaging through his things, Macavity ignored the passing white van and was completely unaware to the fact of the flying villain searching for the two invisible individuals, but he had finally found the device in the unorganized tote bag. [color=696969][b]"Here we are! Found that..."[/b][/color] Macavity stopped, watching her freeze in place with a look of fear. He quickly turned his head around the empty alleyway to find nothing of the sort around the two, and he cocked his head at the frozen girl. [color=696969][b]"Huh... Maybe it has something to do with her powers?"[/b][/color] Macavity mumbled to himself, watching her inside of that frozen state until her eyes started to rapidly blink while heaving out a large sigh. After that, she seemed to go on about her life after the life altering event, and he was sure that after being kidnapped from the Bratva, some things in her life were definitely going to change for most likely the worse. [color=696969][b]"Uh... Look, I'm not that great with these kind of things, but just know that when life seems to push you down doesn't mean that you just have to sit down and take it,"[/b][/color] Macavity stated, giving his profound wisdom to the child that will most likely have a severely messed up childhood for the rest of her life. [color=696969][b]"So, you just got to look at the good little things in life to get you going through the slog,"[/b][/color] Macavity said, handing over the disposable phone over to the stranger, [color=696969][b]"Like this for example."[/b][/color]

[h2][color=8B4513]Arsenal - Denver Streets[/color][/h2]
Escaping from the crime scene, he pushed away the swarming crowds wanting to know the situation that had happened in the destroyed alleyway. He was sure that no one had seen him escape from the crime scene, excluding from the mystery kid and that annoying cape known as Necro. As Arsenal pushed against the crowd, he was actually slightly relived that he didn't go with the plan of assaulting the home base of the PRT with the pitiful amount of weapons that he had upon his body. Sure, it could mow down just about any normal army of regular humans, but it was seen that he couldn't even kill just one single parahuman that he had both surprised and had even a number advantage against the guy! He would have to upgrade his body further if he ever wanted to fight with the big leagues, he had underestimated the power of parahumans thinking that they would just fall under his unstoppable hail of bullets, but even his partner literally had stopped the bullets in their tracks with his rather powerful superhuman ability. He sighed to himself, he was going to need a base of operations with a steady source of income to maintain his arsenal of weapons with added upgrades to the weapon cache in his body.

Pushing his way out of the crowd, finally managing to shove his way out of the sea of civilians wanting to see the scene of battle. Arsenal was still lost in thought to his latest "victory" and the future prospects of his goal, and didn't seem to notice the odd trio walking on the adjacent side of the road. Still briskly walking, trying to avoid attention as much as a tall sombrero and poncho wearing human could possibly achieve. Though, it would be quite obvious to the group searching for the individual to spot him across the street, though it would be dangerous to single him out of the crowd as he tried to dodge attention from the murmuring crowds of curious people wanting to know the situation at the alleyway further down the road.