Groceries in her arms, the blond was attempting to jimmy open the door to her building, blue eyes narrowed and teeth in her bottom lip as she wrestled with her key, aspiration written all over her face. It didn't help that the temperature had been over ninety the last few days and the blond was sweating bullets while her air conditioner cooled nothing, but empty walls.
"Fudge nutters!" she growled, the keys finally slipping from her clammy hand and hitting the pavement with a clink. Sighing, she let her groceries drop carefully, wincing when she saw the damp spot forming on the concrete...there went her ice cream.
The sound of gun shots and squealing tires had her standing straight again quickly, head spinning around to catch sight of the flying vehicle coming her way. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed, eyes wide as she finally caught sight of the burly figure giving chase, well it was New York...stranger things had happened.
Without thinking, plasma filled her palms and like the troublemaker she was, created two rather large 'bombs' and tossed them out into the street, right in front of the screaming machine. That should slow it down some.