"Mm. I don't... have a feel for how things work. I'm guessing about too many things on too little information. I don't know exactly what is and isn't illegal, or exactly what various actors in this play mean to do if they catch us, or how receptive this Cait would be to the 'we were un-bombing those buildings' argument..."

"...Jinx is maybe the exact worst person to ask about law, so I'm going to step in here.

This establishment is completely legal but disreputable. Planting explosives on other people's property is a serious crime. Being on other people's property without their permission is a minor crime. Picking locks or breaking things to get on someone's property without permission is worse. Having any of Jinx's custom weapons or bomb supplies is a serious crime. Similarly theft and possession of stolen goods. Vic... I would guess he had something less than legal that Jayce used to hold him, but that minor charge didn't stick when his big-money father showed up to lean on the police. Jinx could probably bring sexual assault charges against him if she wanted, but that'd be kind of hard for her what with her being a wanted fugitive and all. If she was arrested..." 

Tabs rubs her lips with the back of a finger. 

"... Politics would get involved, but she's probably looking at imprisonment for a very, very long time, given her track record. If things got really ugly it could go as high as execution, though it's been forever since we last had one of those." 

"Maybe I should be figuring out how to teleport," she says.

"Yeah, it's one of my own life's great failings. Nobody's come up with a personal translocator so far as I know. ...Well, except Ekko, but his doesn't count because it's a time machine."

"...I'm missing something. Possibly several things. What?"

"I'm a hextech hobbyist. Not being able to teleport places is amazingly inconvenient. I mean, ugh, walking. There are people who can teleport using their own magic, but nobody's yet built a hextech device to let anyone teleport. Ekko has a device that lets him do a thing that's like teleporting, but what it's actually doing is... a lot more technically complex and involves time travel."

"If I understood the explanation he gave me once, he shoves himself backwards in time about half a minute, does things in an alternate time stream for that long, then gets shoved back into our time stream keeping the changes he made to himself in the other time stream. Like where he is."

"Bizarre."

Audrey shrugs. "Nobody ever said magic was sensible."

"That's not even one of the worst applications of the stuff. I should tell you about Thresh sometime if I haven't already."

"Who or what...?"

"Remember the giant cloud of hate ghosts? Thresh is... one of the worst. It feeds on tormenting people and making them suffer, and if you die to it your soul will be trapped in its lantern for it to keep torturing forever. One of the mercenary Champions is one because his wife is trapped in Thresh's lantern: he's devoted his life to hunting it down and destroying it, and the League is the best training available for him."

"Wow. That's impressively awful."

"It took an impressive level of awfulness for everyone to realize that magical war was a terrible idea."

"No kidding. Did any continents get sunk?"

"There was a serious danger, which was thankfully avoided due to the establishment of the Summoner's Council."

"Last time gods fought in my world, we lost a continent and all our remaining gods."

"Condolences and congratulations?"

She laughs. "Thanks."

"Anyway, we were making an escape plan."

"Yeah. Talking our way out seems... less than optimal. And even if I do learn to teleport I'm not sure I could take passengers. It's a tough one all right."

Audrey taps a finger against her chin. 

"...have you considered disguise?"

"Is there a good enough disguise available?"

"Cait would see right through it, and my best cover's already been blown."

"Cait can't be everywhere at once. Have you forgotten that this is a business with significant costuming needs?"