"Yes. Rooftop- There." She points. "I might be able to nail him with a stun grenade, but he's fast, he'll probably teleport away. Uh, first aid - I have another kit?"

"Is this smoke toxic? Can you dissipate it?" asks Velocity.

And Demon Mask dissolves into dust. No copy is within range.

"-Teleporter is gone. Uh. The smoke should be safe, I literally bought smoke packs from a store and just tinkered up cases for them. Except maybe the sparkly one could interfere with comms? That's chaff. It'll probably dissipate in another minute or two."

"Gotcha." Pause. "ETA forty-five seconds."

"H-Help me with first aid. There's still a few-" She makes a nervous motion, then walks over to the nearest injured. This guy has a nasty cut on his face.

Velocity helps. Normal speed.

Vertigo's smoke is sputtering to a stop when the PRT vans arrive. She goes to the next victim- Nervously watching the PRT, but helping none the less.

PRT is ready to tackle the mover if he shows up but he doesn't, so they just help with the gangsters.

Great, the authorities are here. She can sit on the sidelines, have her suit crouch down and look inactive, and kind of - hyperventilate?

This is almost as bad as when she broke down after the Hookwolf thing. At least she came here expecting - something, this time.

They don't actually bother her.

Until they're almost done, when Dauntless shows up. "Hey. Thank you for the help."

"I'm not sure I actually helped except with the smoke at the end."

"And that helped a lot. And noticing the line-of-sight thing—that was very good."

"Y-Yeah. My electropotential scanner can see people, I watched him through that. 'S probably the most useful thing I've ever built, for all that I like my suit practically dancing around with heavy armor. That TV is serving well in its new life."

Whyyy is she telling potential enemies about her tech - out of relief? Wanting to seem friendly? Probably the second thing. She should shut up though.

He nods. "If you ever need anything—" And he offers her a piece of paper with a phone number. "It's mine. Not the Protectorate's. You won't have to deal with Armsmaster."

"That was still an accident and I'm still sorry about it." Sigh. She takes the card. "Okay, I'll keep it in mind. Think I can get what's left of my first aid kits back real quick? Then I want to go home and... Assess damage."

"Absolutely."

"W-wait. That guy with the lung wound. He needs a hospital ASAP. I might be faster than an ambulance?"

"—guy with the—" He looks. "—I can't let you do it, if he dies on the way I'm responsible." Pause. "But you never told me."

"...Right."

The last trick up her sleeve for today, built specifically for something like this, is a way for three of the manipulator limbs to reconfigure into a nicely stable stretcher.

Walta gets this most badly injured man onto it - tells the PRT troopers, "He has a lung wound, I am taking him to the hospital now so he might not die."

And does so. She has to move a bit more slowly than before, to keep the stretcher relatively stable, but she knows exactly where the hospital is and can use rooftops. She's there in five minutes - takes him to the ambulance bay, she won't fit inside. "HELLO! I have an injured man! Stab wound, think it hit the lung!"

Like a well-oiled TV hospital people take him immediately and go do whatever.

"Are you a hero, ma'am?" someone walks up to her to ask after the man's been taken.

"...Independent hero. Yeah. Or at least I'm trying to be. Are you with the hospital?"

"Yes, I'm nurse Harrison. Is the victim a civilian? Do you know him?"

"He's a civilian injured in a gang fight. A villain I don't know stabbed him, seemed to be just a knife and not - a power effect - uh, I don't know him. I just knew he'd probably die if I waited for the ambulance to get there and back and still... Will probably die. Lung puncture. Or at least I think it was."

He nods. "What's your cape name?"

"Vertigo."