Man. If anyone had told Rosa a year ago that she'd be super into some dude running around in tights, she'd have punched them in the mouth. And now there she was, smirking as if she'd won something.

"Good enough," she shrugged after a cursory glance around to size up what she'd managed to put away while they were talking, and cocked her head toward the door. "Let's get outta here."