Well, so long as he wasn't breaking the law, Tamora wasn't going to make too much of a fuss. If he wanted to break his neck that was his prerogative. Sure, she'd be quick to call an ambulance, but he was a civilian, not her subordinate; she really couldn't stop him from attempting dangerous feats.
She grinned a bit at his inquiry.
"I guess you could be both," she admitted, and then took a moment to gauge the distance to the fire escape. Now, far be it from Tamora to back down from a challenge, but she was also on duty and sort of had a code of conduct to uphold. ... Right?
Well, maybe she could bend the rules a little. After all, she was here to keep people safe and maintain the peace, sure, but how firm could a code of conduct really be in an anarchic society?
Stepping down off the cruiser and rubbing her hands together, she met the blond man's eye. Then, without another word, she launched herself forward, taking a great leap and reaching for the lowest rung of the ladder. With her armor on it would have been no problem at all; the power suits had pneumatic joints to help them move, making them able to run faster and jump farther than they could unaided. But she was in her uniform today, so when her fingers caught the bar and she held fast, it was that much more of an accomplishment, in her opinion (even if it wasn't necessarily conduct befitting an officer).
Tucking into a somersault of sorts and hooking her knees around the rung, she hoisted herself up to a seated position and folded her arms on one of the higher rungs, giving the man a mildly smug look.
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She grinned a bit at his inquiry.
"I guess you could be both," she admitted, and then took a moment to gauge the distance to the fire escape. Now, far be it from Tamora to back down from a challenge, but she was also on duty and sort of had a code of conduct to uphold. ... Right?
Well, maybe she could bend the rules a little. After all, she was here to keep people safe and maintain the peace, sure, but how firm could a code of conduct really be in an anarchic society?
Stepping down off the cruiser and rubbing her hands together, she met the blond man's eye. Then, without another word, she launched herself forward, taking a great leap and reaching for the lowest rung of the ladder. With her armor on it would have been no problem at all; the power suits had pneumatic joints to help them move, making them able to run faster and jump farther than they could unaided. But she was in her uniform today, so when her fingers caught the bar and she held fast, it was that much more of an accomplishment, in her opinion (even if it wasn't necessarily conduct befitting an officer).
Tucking into a somersault of sorts and hooking her knees around the rung, she hoisted herself up to a seated position and folded her arms on one of the higher rungs, giving the man a mildly smug look.
"Piece'a cake."