[ Yang is pretty sure she should be booking it for cover by the time the volley of gunfire goes off overhead, taking out several lights. There's panic and the following uproar of people screaming and running, like a giant surge of energy. Or maybe that's the adrenaline of actually being shot with whatever weird contraption the weirder girl had pointed at her, that she hadn't been able to dodge. Something hit her. For a moment, she's stumbled back as the lights flicker and spark, still in the mad rush for the exits. Her breath catches and forces itself out, hot in the back of her throat.

Nothing hurts. She doesn't think she's bleeding. But something familiar streaks through her veins, fast and sure and brilliant. All the chaos, the mystery. Yang pulls herself together from the initial shock, moving forward to the edge of the lounge balcony once more. She reaches up to grip the railing tight, heart racing. A grin spills onto her face at the image of the girl racing towards her. ]

That's my name, don't wear it out!

[ And just like that, she boosts herself over the rail, swinging both legs around to give herself the momentum to make the leap. It's a good twenty foot drop to the ground, and she lands heavily, but on her feet. Her expression grows more daring as she shoves her hands on her hips.

Her manager would probably have words with her after this, but that was small change. This is apparently her problem now, and she's never backed down before.

Bloody noses and fists and explosive headlines and all. ]

You know, if you wanted an autograph, there are way easier ways than this. I gotta give you points for creativity though.