Right on cue. A little nearer to the ground than she'd expected but perhaps Madam Hydra held him up. She looped an arm around the armor's neck as the rose, her gaze fixed on the building roof tops below them. Whitney had not intentionally orchestrated any of this except the explosion which was for a very good reason (a calling card with real panache). She couldn't be blamed that two criminals had come to crash her little party. Save for a few hiccoughs everything was still going according to plan. That Tony could get thrown into a prison for getting himself involved was really the icing on the cake.
"Thanks for the lift," she told him as they came in low over a particularly long roof. "But this is my stop." Whitney rolled herself out of his arms and landed hard on the roof but she was on her feet again shortly thereafter and sprinting for a fire escape. The ride was only a temporary reprieve; she wasn't stupid enough to let him take her too far.