Hopping to the side as a henchman tried to get her, then using her short height to her advantage to dive between the legs of another and scurry to her feet, Jingjing ran alongside Masao. Her horns were out, fluffy mane of sheep wool around her neck, and she couldn't remember how she got here! Obviously things went really bad really fast, but usually she didn't end up in these kinds of situations! When Masao stopped catch her breath Jingjing did the same, hands on her knees and huffing and puffing.

She wasn't really all that athletic, despite being a vigilante.

Glancing at Masao, then around the wharf and the approaching henchmen, she had no idea who they were talking to or what they were talking about. Maybe it had to do with that weird fire on part of her face? Or maybe it was a drawback of her own quirk? Either way, Masao had a point... If they both got affected by some kind of Quirk thing they'd be in pretty big trouble. "Okay but... You sure you're okay?" Jingjing wasn't sure how she could help with the face-on-fire thing, except maybe get some water? But the henchmen surrounding them was more immediately a problem, the totally-not-a-vigilante planting her feet firmly and tipping her head down just a bit. If she had to she'd start headbutting left and right, even if it cost her her civilian identity again! Better that than to get hurt, or let Masao get hurt, or who knows what else.

Maybe it was the music and vague sounds of people from the lower floors, maybe it was some coincidence of acoustic design, or maybe Jingjing was too busy squinting into the dark to pay attention. Either way the question startled the disguised vigilante, tossing her hands up with a "AI...iii...e..." that was loud for a split second before she forced herself to be quit by bringing her hands down to clamp over her masked mouth. Twisting around one foot accidentally caught the ankle of the other and down she went.

If Khepri happened to intervene she'd stay on her feet, but otherwise she'd land on her butt with a muffled 'oof'. Either way, the sudden shock of someone speaking from right behind her had her heart pounding in her chest and her hat promptly popped off her head as a pair of large ram horns suddenly sprouted - along with a white 'mane' of sheep fluff around her neck.

Staring wide eyed at the stranger in the dark, Jingjing's she was trying to think of some excuse for why she was in here. Got lost looking for the bathroom? Was invited up here to meet with the owner? Try to pretend to be a robber and make a break for it? But before she could settle on one her brain finally processed what had actually been said, head tilting to the side. "There was a bell ring? I didn't hear one..." She didn't recall Pavlov being among the names she had looked into either, but maybe it was one of the guards? Who had a dog? And the comment was a vague, ominous threat about security being on their way? For a long moment she was quiet as her imagination conjured up a confrontation with a big burly bald Russian man that barely fit through door with an absolutely jacked monster of a dog with sharp teeth drooling all over the place. A guy like that could just grab her with their stupid better reach when she charged in for a headbutt and then she'd be a helpless chew toy for the dog! Plus she didn't like fighting animals since it made her feel bad... usually they didn't know any better, even a scary monster dog that could rip her apart! But then those day-nightmares vanished as she remembered she'd just been very rudely snuck up on, letting out a huff and putting her hands on her hips and grumbled: "You scared me half to death, what's the big idea sneaking up on me like that?"

Honestly, even if you were confronting an intruder you should at least have the decency to not scare them like that!

Life at the cafe had settled into a pretty nice routine lately. They made enough money to get by, vigilante work was going well, the girls seemed to be happy and having fun too. That didn't mean Jingjing didn't have any concerns that popped up now and then, far from it. Late at night in one of her idle moments keeping herself busy on her phone it suddenly struck her that the cafe seemed awfully... vulnerable. She'd had to bail out of China because of her vigilantism getting outed, having to abandon that old alias entirely as part of her move to Japan to start over. She was sure she could bail out of Japan too if it came to it, but...

She didn't want to!

She liked it here, a lot. Dressing up in whatever costume she wanted, seeing what the others picked for their shift that day, interacting with customers, beating up bad guys, going on adventures, exploring all the new things there was to see here in Japan, and even making friends with a hero student and other vigilantes! Maybe Kokoro would, but would Tamaya come with her if Random Cafe got compromised and they all had to dodge the cops as their real identities? Would where she could set up next even be as nice as it was here, as successful and cozy? No way could she let that happen.

So she did some searching around online before finding a service to get some extra good firewall stuff installed for the cafe, scheduling it for a day when the cafe usually wasn't too busy a bit before the lunch rush. Honestly, she didn't know anything about the stuff it was talking about. She was more an analog person than a digital one. But it sounded legitimate enough, reviews looked okay - admittedly she hadn't bothered to research too hard, but in her defense she was sleepy at the time - and it wasn't too horribly expensive. It was a little tight for the cafe's budget, but they could manage it! She'd just have to think up some ways to pull in a little extra money somehow. Besides, it was worth it to make sure the cafe was safe and secure!

When the day and time rolled around that the firewall system was scheduled to be installed, it was just Jingjing there at the cafe. The morning had been slow, it was already pretty hot outside and the bright sunlight was reflecting off Edogawa river in a way that seemed to make the area glow, and she was keeping herself busy with minor tidying. On a whim she decided to go coffee-house-trendy instead of a more thematic costume, but as far as she was concerned it still counted as dressing up in a costume!

A little bell at the door would let her know when someone came in, and when they did she'd perk up and give a cheerful "Good morning! Welcome to Random Cafe!" in greeting.

Cover intact! Jingjing privately congratulated herself. It was maybe the smallest of hurdles when it came to keeping a secret identity and she hadn't been in any real risk of exposing herself, but she had accidentally done just that back in China sooo...

More importantly Ando-or-was-it-Masao was curious about the Cafe, Jingjing's eyes lighting up as she brought her arms in front of her, elbows down with her hands up near her shoulders, and nodded enthusiastically. "That's right, the Cafe in Edogawa, by the river!" Jingjing confirmed, completely unaware of how little that actually narrowed it down. It was a big river and there were a lot of businesses near it, mainly because that entire part of Tokyo was centered around the river. But she had already handed out her fliers and stuff today so she wasn't going to try to hard to advertise the Cafe, letting the topic shift to balloons and the event they were both here for. Even if Jingjing was only here to watch. "That makes sense, and who says you can't have smaller balloons at a balloon festival anyways?" She chimed in before tipping her head to the side.

Did she like balloons? She didn't dislike them, that was for sure. But it was more about the fun of the event, something she didn't get to see that often, and all the fun merchandise and snacks and getting to meet people. And interesting encounters like nearly getting beheaded by a runaway blade-balloon!

"Balloons are pretty good, but its more about having fun." She paused, bringing up one hand to count off on her fingers. "Well, Fun, good Food, and new Friends! The three F's." Dropping her hand again and nodding to herself, even though she hadn't ever heard anyone else use that phrase she had just used, she continued. "What about you? Were you testing out some kind of blade-balloon drone weapon to sick on bad guys?"

Adjusting the dark blueish-purple face mask covering her nose and mouth, Jingjing mentally corrected herself that it was apparently a shade of purple called Martinique. Which seemed like a whole heck of a harder thing to say than dark blueish-purple, but she was under cover and needed to make sure she could fit the character if she needed to! What character was that? Well, thanks to borrowing some of the outfit pieces at Random Cafe, she had fashioned for herself this whole punky gothy aesthetic as her vigilante outfit for the day. Big hat with her hair tucked into it to help hide her identity just that little bit more, spiked black collar around her neck, baggy sleeve-y things she was having a hard time keeping from getting in the way of her hands, zipper on her sleeveless jacket all the way up and a black belt cinched over the top around her waist. The whole look was completed by a pair of jeans and some sneakers, and as far as she was concerned she looked every bit the part of a punky goth girl that would wander around late in the evening in suspicious places.

The reason she was dressed like this is she was investigating some really shady trafficking business going on in Shibuya. She didn't have any evidence of anything, not yet, but as far as she could tell it had something to do with the clubs and in Jingjing's mind that meant dressing up like a club goer and mingling around until she could sneak into areas she wasn't supposed to be in.

Which is how she found herself going up quite a few flights of stairs to get to the upper floors of a club called 200 Degrees, the sounds of the club goers faintly audible from the lower floors. She was actually kind of impressed with her lucky timing so far, slipping her way past different service doors and routes when nobody was looking and aside from having to hike up all these stairs she had made it to what was presumably the owners residence. That alone wasn't all that weird, a lot of shops in Japan doubled as the owners homes by just building it right on top of the shop. What was odd though was that anyone would want to do that with a club that was loud all night long, but Jingjing supposed she couldn't judge too harshly there.

Either way she had managed to scurry her way into the owners private quarters, the lights off just as she expected - the owner was out, which was why she was picking now to do some investigating. Closing the service door lightly behind her and pocketing the key she had borrowed from a break room, Jingjing rolled up her sleeves to get to searching for anything incriminating that could connect the club or the owner to the serial disappearances... and maybe a loose yen or two, if the owner turned out to actually be a bad guy. But only if!

Jingjing glanced between Tamaya and Kokoro at the idea that this might be part of the kayfabe, giving a light shrug of her shoulders. It was possible, she guessed? She'd feel bad about flipping those guys off if that was the case though… So it was a good thing it wasn't! Probably.

She was glad Tamaya was on the same page as her when it came to not dying, but Kokoro’s question did prompt her to tilt her head in thought. A whole little fantasy played out in her mind while she was spacing out, a story of beating the odds of countless adventures and living to old age and retirement… and then her house suddenly exploding! Blinking and giving her head a little shake, Tamaya snatching the keys and taking out a guard startled her out of her daydreaming as she hopped to her feet.

“Very nice!” Jingjing agreed, a big beaming smile on her face as Kokoro took her cuffs off. Rubbing at her wrists she puffed out her cheeks and complained. “Ugh, this better not mess up my face.”

Even though she was seeming to object, and nonsensically since she wouldn't be using her face anyways, she was already taking a deep breath and focusing on her Quirk. Little horns poked out the sides of her head slowly, and then in one quick moment suddenly sprouted into a full set of ram like horns framing her head as a big mane of fluffy white wool poofed into existence around her neck.

“Make way, Lion coming through!” She called out, bending low before ramming into the bars head-first. With a awful wrenching sound the bars bent and buckled, the cell busting open right as the first of the approaching guards got close enough to get bowled over.