log: hannah and ren
Ren was already shaking his head. Calling an Uber into this madness was never going to work, so she'd need to get away from here first. "Follow me," he told her, although he hadn't let go of his hand, and he was already looking around to determine which direction they needed to take. It seemed they'd come out of the building on maybe a different side than they'd come in. Thankfully, his directional sense was strong, and he knew the Capital well enough, so he gathered her close to his side, and he was tall enough that many people seemed to part for him, even though the streets were chaotic.
He kept his eyes open, the second gunshot reason enough to be worried. He might have magical abilities, but they didn't stop bullets. And even if this had been Hannah's idea, she'd asked him along, and now that he'd seen what, he understood somewhat why, and there was a protectiveness that had settled in. He didn't want her harmed in any way.
"Can you ride on the back of a motorcycle?" He asked her, voice low, and steadier than he really felt after the rush of adrenaline, as they crossed over to the other side of the street, and began walking down the opposite side of the block where he was parked, but he wanted to get them away from the crowds, which might mean doubling back. "I don't have a second helmet with me, so I don't know if you want to ride all the way back to Repose," he told her. "I'm happy to take you, and I'm a safe driver, but if you'd rather, I'll just get you to a better part of town and we can get you home another way."