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Somewhere between Lake Michigan, and New York. There are scattered pockets of humanity through this world, and Jesse has found one. more to the point, she's found someone on their own, and she's having supper. Or rather, she's trying, because her victim isn't co-operating. There's kicking and screaming and struggling, and while the struggling doesn't bother her, the screaming is grating on her eardrums. She's almost considering draining the victim just to shut them up - but of course, she'd never do anything like that. It's tempting, though.

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Plane onna horizon.

Sparrow flying the plane, navigating by sight because she wants to keep out of the notice of the Oracle system, just happens to be scanning the ground.

Struggle. Hn.

So this is where the plane angles down. Someone's making an emergency landing.

Oh, joy. Interference. Maybe she'll have time to finish supper first, that would be good.

Omnomnomnom.

Sparrow needs this plane. She has to get to Gotham, find the Barrow, get home. she needs the plane.

Don'tcrashdon'tcrashdon'tcrashdon't...

Screw the plane, this looks like murder. The plane's still moving when she jumps out, turning somersaults in the air. Before she comes within physical distance, she treats the perp to a shower of fireworks.

The flying kick will come after.

Knowing (even if that's wrong) that you're faster than anyone who could possibly attack you tends to lead to complacency, to Jesse doesn't discard the (still struggling limply, although no longer screaming) victim until the sparks. At that point, she lets go in surprise, and the victim (female) slumps to the ground, panting weakly, and debating escape. Is it safer to run, or stay? What with these blood-drinking lunatics around, perhaps it's better to try and evade notice?

Jesse ignores the woman, being more interested in the coloured-spark-throwing figure that's try to attack her. She evades the flying kick with ease, and eyes her costumed attacker curiously.

People just aren't supposed to dodge from one of Sparrow's kicks. They just don't. so that's surpising.

Still, she remembers what Claw taught her, and holds the momentum, landing in a crouch so that she's facing the -

OK, that's a vampire.

Jesse doesn't have a 'fighting stance' or anything like that, so she just stands loosely, cocking her head at the girl.

"For your information," she says, jerking a thumb at the hyperventilating woman who's watching them fearfully, "she's alive, and she would have been even without you here."

Sparrow is - at the moment - pretty much all fighting stance, with a healthy dose of '...or flight' mixed in. But she glances at the woman with the slightest flicker of her eyes behind the goggles.

Yeah, that's not the face of someone who liked having their blood drunk.

"And I guess her struggles were really just being a tease?"

"Hardly," Jesse says soberly, which considering she's flushed with adrenaline-filled blood is somewhat hard. "But I have to live - and willing volunteers are few and far between."

Which is. . . well. There are a few, but. . . Its complicated.

"Yanno, the sympathy argument's really not going to cut it with me," Sparrow informs her. "Not when you're drinking people's blood."

She refuses to let herself look at the woman, but she does note the absence of running, and wonders how much of a headstart she'd have to get to be safe.

There is no 'safe' when one is talking about vampires but actually - she's perfectly safe where she is. Jesse's done.

She shrugs.

"That's your call," she says. She doesn't feel good about what she does to survive, but she's not going to turn into another Louis, silly rat-drinker.

Sparrow doesn't know that.

But she's also not going to try and engage a freaking vampire. Not with a civilian nearby, and not when the only thing she has on her are her clawrangs and her fireworks.

Only daylight kills the vampires of her world.

So now she's standing, cautiously, and making a slow circle around to the victim.

Alas, Jesse is far too far up the. . . vampiric food-chain to be affected badly by sunlight.It makes her a bit drowsy, but nothing worse.

She doesn't move as the costumed girl circles her, just watching, rather amused. the woman on the ground shrinks away as she comes closer. A rescue is all very well, but the rescuer seems just as weird as the woman who'd attacked her.

Well, she is kinda weird, that's true. She's also a very young teenager who's seen more than she'd like to have.

A gloved hand extends towards the woman, but her eyes stay on the vampire.

"Let's get out of here."

She really hopes her plane's still functional.

"I don't suppose," Jesse asks, inspecting her fingernails, "you would trust my word that not only had I not intended to kill her, but that she's safe from me now?"

The woman takes Sparrow's hand fearfully, seeming to have decided that no fangs = good guy.

"Not a chance, bucko," Sparrow says, mock-cheerfully.

She looks at the woman and nods towards her plane. "You fancy a trip in your own private jet?"

Sparrow herself follows cautiously, an eye on the vampire at all times.

This is weird. Like being watched by a lion too indifferent to kill you, even thought you both know it could. Sparrow's unsettled, and she wants out of here.

Jesse shrugs, even though she's actually hurt. She does keep her word, after all. It's important to her, and to have it so casually dis-regarded is painful. but she won't let the costumed hero-type see that. Instead, she just sighs, shaking her head.

She could follow the jet when it takes off, just for kicks - wave in through the windows, or something- but she won't. It wouldn't really be funny.

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