Goldy turns around, hands on hips. She has a glib remark all ready to go, but the look on Miho's face forces her to bite her tongue and wince sympathetically instead.

From the street below, the distant sound of sirens can be heard.

"I think my pyrotechnics may have attracted some extra attention," she notes hastily. "If they are still here somewhere, we had better hustle."

She's a lot of things, but she's not a cop killer.