The lenses in her mask protected her sight and she arched an eyebrow before bailing while those were distracted by the flash. She slid as she rounded a corner in the back hallway, trying to remember which door had been unlocked before she and her men broke in, grinning as she all but slammed into it, hitting the door's bar and flying through into the daylight.
"Freedom!" she cheered, scaling the fire escape ladder, not really caring what happened to the men she had left behind. She had a stash of diamonds and the silver ring for Peter...she was good.