Shit, she was only making it worse for herself by running. Public protocol (when Nick chose to follow it) dictated that something like this would just earn her a citation. Running was gonna get her ass in prison for the night. Fighting him would be worse.
Nick followed her, unfazed by the bricks; he held up his arm where a device strapped to his wrist created an energy shield that took the brunt of the impact from flying chunks of masonry. He fired a single shot, just over her shoulder, that exploded into the window of a parked car. That wasn't gonna look good. "Stop," he shouted after her. "You're making this harder on yourself."