First off, rathit, your sig man... ROFL (no exaggeration)
So wrong, so mean, but so damn FUNNY!
Also; Come out of what rathit? Rose is in the same room as Vince.
Rose looked at the dead cop solemnly.
"Did you have to kill him?" she muttered, it was inaudible. Vince couldn't hear it, she didn't want an answer.
He's only human after all.
The "Superman" image tarnished, the scene reminded her of Tony. It angered her so much, her fist shaking and heartbeat rolling. Struggling to keep in the anger and not shoot Vince on impulse tears rushed down her cheeks.
After a moment, Rose regained her composure, but her tone significantly colder.
"It's better if we just stay as we are. It's easier to move in our clothing anyway. He doesn't have any body armor or anything anyway."
Vince was about reply, but Rose cut him off.
"There's no point in reasoning. If the people want to live they'll listen. If they're scared, we'll talk. Cops tend to intimidate people, it would only work to our disadvantage. Besides, you have me. Women tend to appear more caring than men." (Author's note; Sad to say, but it's true.)
"Let's just get out of here. That siren gives me a bad feeling." Rose reached for her WT and tried to contact Minja and Shady.