"That's the plan." He replied with a nod, scooping up his own mask and jacket from where they'd been left on the floor with moving the bodyguard, "And it probably won't last much longer than that, actually." He made sure his mask was snug before shrugging back into his jacket, buttoning it easily and tugging it straight before he offered her an arm, brow arching behind his mask, "You think we can get out of here without trouble?"

It was an honest question, really, and while there was a good chance that they could it was more a question of whether or not she wanted to. Sometimes a good brawl did them both some good and he knew it. Technically he was her handler, but only in official title, they were partners in crime as often as not, and that was how they liked it.