"'Kay. That way," he says, and points.

...Well, off she goes. Is there any obvious person she's supposed to talk to next?

Legend starts giving a speech about what they're going to face today, which is repeated by speakers around the building and can only barely be heard over the noise of the storm. He's serious and grave and explains to everyone that this is incredibly dangerous and they're all very brave to come in spite of the tremendously bad odds.

In the vague general direction she was pointed at there's a flier floating slightly above a small group of people: two obvious tinkers, two brutes, and one probable-changer. The flier's costume has a helmet covering her eyes and nose but not mouth, and it has symbols around her forehead; she's probably also a thinker.

This is what heroes are for. Turns her into a real hero. If she doesn't die.

She walks over to the group.

Flier floats down to her level. "Three-sentence summary."

Is everyone going to want that- "Coordinator sent me to follow you to trouble. Rig's fast and strong and tough and waterproof, has scanners, rubble clearing, medevac pods, no weapons. I've got a set of radios too."

"How many?" she asks, sounding more interested.

"...Six, and a set in my rig. They're less waterproof than me. A cape called Glam might have one too. I haven't had any range troubles, just signal quality issues once they start going bad because tinkertech."

"They can deal with Leviathan?"

"What do you mean 'deal with Leviathan'? They're glorified walkie-talkies."

"You've been out in the rain. It'll only get worse. Can they handle that?"

"-Ah. Probably not forever, for a few hours yes. If they get hit hard enough or submerged that gets shorter."

She nods and extends a hand. "Pass them around, they'll be useful."

She does so, setting each one's volume to max and opening the canopy out the front. Once distributed, "Hi everyone. Don't mess with the channel or phase or you'll lose contact. I'm Vertigo."

Various capes introduce. Legend's speech comes to an abrupt end as the building shakes with impact. Not a tsunami, not yet, but something in that vein.

Don't panic don't panic - she looks to the flier for cues, everyone in their little group has a radio-

Yep. Flier points at each of them and in a direction. "I'll find you and tell you when you need to change course!" she yells, barely audible over the noise of the rain and the commotion caused by everyone else.

Well those radios are pretty loud.

Look at her go, on the lookout for buses stuck in ditches to remove, or something! Probably not going to find one in the first block she runs down!

Well, not yet, it's just a lot of less-than-bus-sized rubble.

And a silhouette, in the distance. He's tall, 45-feet tall, top-heavy. His muscled thighs and thin calves end in long, angled feet. The enormous torso makes his fast-moving head—three glowing orbs to one side, one to the other—look much smaller than it actually is. Muscled arms and pointed digits sway in the breeze, his whole body going slightly back and forth in dissonance with his hyperactive head, all of that kept in balance by a tail twice as long as he is.

And she blinks and he's gone.

Well. That's useful. And might involve her getting closer to the Endbringer, which is terrifying, but...

Click click and send only to the flyer- "...Vertigo here, just found out my scanner can detect Leviathan. Shows up like a damn Christmas tree. Probably 'bout a mile of range."

It takes a few seconds of thunderous silence, but—" You can spot him? Wherever he is?"

"...For about a mile out, probably, yeah. Buildings only shorten that a little. I could - No, can't do field modifications, bad idea."

"Okay, bit less useful but not useless, continue heading the way I said—no, walk for thirty seconds then turn right—and after you've found whatever it is you have to find I'll find you."

"I'm looking for Leviathan after thirty seconds and right? Or people? Sorry."

"I don't know, whatever it is you'll know it. Over."