As she listened to Fayte and Leon speak, Katelyn fell silent and slowly moved off to the side to lean heavily against the frame of one of the exit door, still trying to catch her full bearings. Before long the teenager finds herself wincing out of sympathy for Fayte as she revealed her secret to Leon, backed into the corner as she was.

The sound of a police siren has Katelyn's eyes widening and she whips her head around to stare out through the glass of the door, her gaze scouring the lot and streets beyond for a sign of the vehicle making the racket.

"We got incoming." She calls out just about the same time as the others seem to realize the same, and then Katelyn glances to Leon as he addresses her, and the brunette gives a tight, slightly uncertain nod in response. "I.. I think so. Probably not my best though, that dude really messed me up there."

She had been humbled a bit, Katelyn knew that for sure, and was even just a tiny bit glad for the reminder that she wasn't as invincible as she had started to become accustomed too. She didn't want to get too arrogant with the extent of the protection that her healing power provided her.

"Let's just get out of here." She says in a bit of a rush, and then grabs up her bags and pushes through the door to the outside, figuring the others would overtake her and she'd follow the rest of the way.

Fayte and Leon had gotten into the car before Katelyn, Leon got the engine going as quickly as he could and put the medal to the metal as soon as he heard two car doors slam shut. Fayte struggled to put on her seat belt as the wild driver took off at a high speed. There was a cop car following them, sirens wailing and demanding that they pulled over.

The teenager squeaked in fear but was somewhat calmer once she heard her safetybelt click tight and locked. The car swerved around traffic, trying to get the heck away from the officer. They ran a few lights before making a sharp turn into an alleyway.

Fayte was thankful that she had her seat belt on, otherwise she'd be smashing herself into Katelyn from the force of the vehicle's turn.

"Could you drive any crazier!?" she cried out to the Red Lion.

"Do you WANT to go to jail?" was his response.

Fayte huffed, not responding to Leon so he could focus on not crashing. She looked to Katelyn, still concerned for her friend. Was she even wearing a seat belt?!

Katelyn found herself breathing heavily as she shadowed just slightly behind Fayte and Leon on the way back to the car, arriving and getting in last with her bags of new clothes in hand. Before she has a chance to think about even bothering with the seatbelt, the car is in motion and picking up speed as Leon spins the steering wheel wildly and the teen's hands and feet shoot out to find herself a pressure anchor to keep herself from flopping all about the backseat as the sharp turns would have had her flying out of seat otherwise.

She holds her silence as Fayte and Leon take turns yelling at one another, and in an attempt to distract herself from the argument, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes that she'd grabbed up off the floor after kicking that one guy and spotting them fall out of his jacket when she'd sent him airbourne with her attack.

She takes a drag off the cancerstick and then happened to casually glance over to her blond friend to find her staring.

"What?" Katelyn inquires with just a slight bit of alarm that the goon might have done something to her face when he'd been palming her head in his efforts to leech her power and energy out of her. She'd outright forgotten about the whole seatbelt issue by now.

"Nothing..." Leon heard Fayte speak before seeing her look away from Katelyn in the rear view mirror as he looked back at the cop car. He swore under his breath as the cop followed them down the alley and back out into the street. He needed to get this guy to crash or something, or out maneuver him in some way. They'd need to ditch the car somewhere as well, they probably had this car on their records now. He always popped off license plates, like most criminals or people who have their plate stolen by criminals, so they wouldn't be too easy to find.

He spun the car around a corner, narrowly avoiding crashing into yet another police officer that had been rushing to join the chase that was coming his way. He could hear Fayte's cries in the back, big baby.

He should have brought a gun, maybe have Katelyn shoot out a tire or something. He thought about maybe having Fayte try to stop the cars with her what-ever power she has, but the white look of terror on her face suggested that it was a definite "no".

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" Leon spoke, swerving around yet another corner to avoid another car. Great. Now they had THREE on their tail. They needed to surprise these guys, get them to stop where they are and go do something else, an emergency or something bigger than just getting them.

He had an idea. Sure it wasn't an ethical idea, and he had already used quite a bit of flames in the fight before, but this wasn't exactly the time to just chill out and relax.

"Hey uh...Katelyn? Could you give us a nice new sunroof?" he asked, wondering if she could rip a hole in the top of the car.

The expression reflecting from Katelyn's eyes turned a bit uncertain as she heard her friend's mumbled out 'Nothing', and worried slightly that she'd somehow done something to bother the other girl or even worse if she somehow was blaming Kate for getting put down easy and forcing the blonde to reveal her powers to help her. With how quick Fayte was to turn away from her... Katelyn shakes her head to rid her of the questions she doesn't dare ask at the current moment. Leon was in earshot and they had bigger problems to contend with for now.

She holds her gaze on the blonde next to her for a couple long moments, ignoring Leon's yells at first but then tearing her gaze from her friend to look up toward the driver as he asks a favor of her.

"Uh... I ain't really sure, never tried." She replies with a small shrug and then manuevers herself to hop through the gap in the seats to sit up front in the passenger seat. The sixteen year old then anchors her legs in a kneeling position on the seat, and braces the palm of her left hand against the ceiling of the car to sturdy herself. Then with her right hand and as much of her strength as Katelyn can muster following the siphoning incident, punches the metal shell as hard as she can.

With a bit of surprise to herself, Katelyn is able to break through, her fist creating a hole that looked as if a large bullet had ripped through. To add to her pain however, the action tears up her hand to shit and as she pulls it back through it's already beginning to heal, it's all mangled and bloody.

"I'll haveta pay you back for these clothes too Fay, they'll be ruined by the end of this shit.."

Leon glanced up briefly to see the hole Katelyn had made he rolled his eyes.

"I said a sunroof not a air hole," Leon grumbled, "Bigger, enough for someone to fit through, pretend you're opening a can or something.

"Hold on!" he called before performing a sharp turn.

He could hear Fayte squeaking in the background, however strangely Katelyn didn't get flung around. If he had been more observant he would have seen that Katelyn's clothes were acting independently and were holding the teen there. Fayte's work.

"D-don't worry about it!" Fayte spoke up, "I can uh...fix it I think?"

"Enough with the fashion statements ladies we got three little pigs behind us that'll take us straight to jail as soon as we run out of fuel! I don't know how lady-jail is but guy-jail isn't exactly rainbows and sunshine," Leon spoke up, wanting to urge them a bit more considering the situation was less than pleasant. Usually he'd be enjoying this kind of thing, but he figured Fayte did not exactly want to go to jail so he wasn't going to risk having her sent there.

The flesh of Katelyn's hand had only just finished knitting itself back together when she found her gaze and attention drawn to Leon as he spoke up in mild complaint, and her features shift into a scowl as he suddenly ordered them to hold on and then jerked around a turn before she had a chance to comply with the short warning. When Katelyn finds somehow she didn't get ragdolled again, she chances a glance to the backseat and gives Fayte a nod of gratitude at seeing the look of concentration on her friend's face.

Once Leon had cooled off a bit with his theatrics as far as evading capture and brought up the cops, Katelyn got back to work on the requested sunroof. She palms one of the jagged pieces of metal that twisted upward and with a bit of a forceful push, causes the metal to grind and tear apart further space between the jagged ends. She repeats this with each of the other six triangular tears until there's enough room that any of the three could squeeze through without getting torn to pieces as she'd managed to curl the metal somewhat against the outer roof.

"Should be all good for whatever now." She announces as she drops back down into the passenger seat with a loud thud and a grunt.

"Ok, now Fayte do that thing you do and keep the wheel straight and the gas pedal down," he said once Katelyn announced that she was finished.

"WHAT?" Fayte exclaimed, obviously not liking this idea.

"Don't question me just do it damn it!" Leon growled, glancing a glare back at her. They were on a rather long straight away, on a street Leon was quite familiar with considering it wasn't too far from the Junkyard. Either way it'd have to work.

Leon released the wheel without waiting for Fayte's answer, the car strayed from its path for a moment before seemingly correcting itself. They were approaching their destination soon, this was good. Leon rooted his feet on the car seat the the storage unit between the passenger and driver seat, his head and chest sticking out the top. The cops weren't shooting at them, yet, that was good.

They were getting closer, the Gas Station. A ball of flame sparked up in Leon's hand, before it was flung towards the gas station at a high speed. There was yellow tape all around the gas station, a crime had happened there recently, it was cut off from all people so there's no reason for anyone to be there. Relatively safe to blow up, right?

The flame collided with one of the stands, the flame spreading like it was a water balloon as soon as it struck. The grounds was covered in flames almost immediately and the cops behind them slowed down quite a bit and two even stopped completely because of the gas station. Leon forced another ball of flames together, and tossed them at the remaining car that had stayed vigilant to its cause. The car freaked out as flames covered the glass, and promptly crashed into a pole.

"What the hell did you just do?!" He heard Fayte cry out as he hopped back into the driver's seat to resume control.

"Relax, there was nobody in it," he huffed.

The next few moments seem to play out in a blur for the sixteen year old New Jersean as she sank back down into her seat and watched with wide eyes as Leon ordered Fayte to take control of the car before getting up out of his seat to pop through the crude hole she'd made in the roof. Casting a look behind her to Fayte in the backseat, she gives her friend an incredulous look in regards to watching Leon take such an insane risk.

Before she had a chance to speak to the blonde and voice her current thought process of 'what the f*ck?!', Katelyn lets out a gasp and whips her gaze around at the sound of an explosion. Her eyes go impossibly wide at the sight of the gas station exploding.

"Holy shitballs!" She curses aloud without much thought, and then finds herself laughing almost insanely. "That was awesome!"

While Katelyn seemed to enjoy the action, Fayte was still looking out the back window at the pillars of near-black smoke that rose into the air. Her face still expressed shock, as she hoped to anything holy that Leon was right and there was no people in there, and if there were then they get help soon.

She finally turned around, her eyes obviously glaring at the back of Leon's seat, "You could have killed someone," she growled.

"I didn't though," was his response, "It's just some property damage Fayte, calm down," Fayte could see his annoyed face thanks to the rear view mirror. She turned to look out the side window, trying to ignore the fact that they were still flying across streets and narrowly missing cars. She would have even complimented Leon's driving skills if it were not for the fact that she was entirely against this speeding.

"Anyways, Katelyn, welcome to Panic City, you are now probably a wanted criminal!" he laughed, "Thought you would have laid low a bit more but that noise might put a bounty or two on your head"

With a look about the backseat and catching sight of the look of shock on Fay's face, Katelyn stifled her laughter at the realization that the blonde hadn't found the same amusement in the explosion that she had. She didnt want the other teen to think her a psychopath or anything like that.

As Fayte and Leon argue briefly between themselves, Kate grabs ahold of one of her bags of clothes from the floor of the backseat and pulls it to her lap as she turns back to face front, the excitement now over for the time being. She fishes through the bag for a moment and then pulls out the slightly worn New York Mets hat and slips it on her head after pulling her hair back.

Then Leon speaks to her directly and she glances over to him with a smile that quickly fades. The idea that someone might put money on her assassination wasn't much of a concern as there very likely was already a hit on her by the Deluigi's, but the idea of being wanted by the cops wasn't something Kate wanted to deal with. Especially as it would be all the more difficult to get back into school somehow, with her face potentially being on 'armed and dangerous' posters throughout the city.

"Damn, I hope not. Last thing I need right now is the pigs sniffing after me, they'll probably ship my ass back to Jersey and well, that'd suck." She says with a more serious tone.