[The sound of running footsteps as an echo of a roar follows. It's too dark to make anything out let alone the location. The occasional burst of what appears to be lightning from a stun gun momentarily illuminates the surroundings. The source of the roar is still imperceptible though.]
[A few gasps are heard as a face in shadow addresses the Guide.]
If I have an appointment scheduled with you today, my apologies. I may be a bit late. This is simply a notice. Please do NOT send back-up.
[If she could storm that shelter in Brussels by herself, one trash compactor beast should be easy enough, right?]
[More running. The Guide is dropped. From its vantage point on the floor, one can plainly see that she's made some uniform modifications with the next burst of lightning.
Tights and boots.
The Preventer field uniform. Going around in her dress uniform was starting to get ridiculous, after all. Investment better have been damned worth it.]
[The feed cuts.]
[OOC: Responses will be set AFTER she's done with all this mess. ;D]