Nita's been similarly struck by the sheer depth of the tones before - but she's not wearing metal armor to enhance it.

Having decided that being outside was better than being in (or at least that trying to push through this with exercise felt more like doing something than just staying cooped up at the Bridge), it takes Nita's brain precious seconds to catch up with the odd sight before-and-above her.

Someone flying. Someone falling, just barely controlled-

She runs to that empty street, taking the corner with her heart in her ears as much as that other pulse.