Marijuana hurdled over the ledge onto the roof just in time to see her made it to the door and he sprinted, the gun strapped to his ribs jostling a bit, putting some of his power reserves into making him that much faster. Really, all he had to do was imagine DEA agents with dogs on his tail and his power reacted out of self-preservation, Marijuana reaching the door just as she slipped out of view again and down a corridor.
Clambering down the stairs and jumping the last six steps, he put in a final boost and just before he got to the door, he heard the tinkling sound of glass breaking. Once out onto street level, the butterfly made him pause as well. It was so beautiful and yet so fleeting, as the chalk would wash away in the spring rains, but Marijuana didn't spend much time thinking about it before he mentally threw a jolt of his power into that uncanny ability to detect other immortals.
His senses flared, covering the entire block before he narrowed it down, ignoring Psyche's presence and gritting his teeth as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of whoever it was they were chasing after. It only took a split second before he was shoving the rusty garage door up on its ancient tracks with strength that would seem unnatural on even the strongest mortal. Were there other exits? If so, Marijuana would just chase her down again
Marijuana didn't even care who it was, he just wanted to know what had happened to Will. Even if the artist wasn't exactly useful to his day-to-day business, they had been friends outside of their odd mentor relationship and Marijuana wanted to know what happened. If anyone immortal had messed with one of his mortals, he would not be pleased.