St. George's Cathedral
And with minimal problems. Just a few sparks and hopefully nothing too obvious. But judging from the hair standing on the back of their neck (And not from static this time!), Corrigan had drawn more than just Tom’s curiosity. A smile and tilt of their head confirmed the stares from the other two men that had been lingering behind as well. That was fine, it was about time Corrigan saw themself out anyways. ”Hope that helped. If you need something I’m always around,” they grinned before turning on their heel and heading towards the door. They tossed their braid back, knowing the action had sent a spark from the crown of their head to the metal bit on the elastic at the end of their hair. A smirk graced their face directed towards the blonde male with the cane and they held their chin up as they headed towards the exit. Just had to pretend to be fine, no weakness until they got out that door. Because, hopefully, the two men wouldn’t be dumb enough to start something in the church. Closed quarters with witnesses. Not ideal for them and Corrigan would gladly make one hell of a scene if it meant exposing Mi5 and all their dirty, mutated laundry. Not that exposing themself as a freak was really ideal to Corrigan.
Anxiety had coiled tighter in Corrigan’s chest with their thoughts as they left the safety of Tom’s company. A dozen… No, nine and half steps to the door, four seconds of hesitation to get it open enough for them to slip out without being grabbed. Twenty six seconds to run to the alley, forty-two to scale the fire escape, sixteen to use the rope they had left to access the vacant lot where Corrigan had hid a change of clothes, then the time limit cooled enough for them to relax a little. That was how the test run this morning had worked out at least. They very much doubted the actual plan would be as smooth. But either way, they would get back to the apartment and then... Then maybe… Indian for dinner? As a reward. Yes, definitely. Now the complicated part was making sure neither of the men made a move towards them to prevent the start of their plan. Tilting their head again, they crossed the floor swiftly and slipped out the door.
Ha. Fair escape you jer-!
Corrigan stopped short, blue eyes staring at the woman they had nearly crashed into right outside the entrance. The mask cracked and their control loosened sending small embarrassed sparks across their suddenly red nose and cheeks.
”Oh! I...I am s-sorry!”
The stutter slipped and Corrigan stared longer than was normal in their panic at the taller woman.
Trap. Trapped. Gotta run. Gotta shock. No. Just just just.... Gotta-!
Corrigan stumbled back a step before rushing off down the street, hurrying away from church somewhere between a speed walk and literally running away. Welp, there went their carefully thought out plan. Instead Corrigan was hurrying away as fast as physically possible while staving off a panic attack that was swiftly spiraling them towards Tesla coil status if the sparks between their fingers were anything to go by.