"Really--?" Chloe snaps, finger belatedly hitting the trigger on her radio before dropping off entirely. She was going for a quiet exit, but the location of that rooftop getting pulverized draws the police's attention faster than she could've prepared for or anticipated. Most of the merchants duck in; Chloe doesn't belong. Which means yeah, fine, her only option is to run.

They're not exactly light on the gunfire once the shouts for her to stop prove less effective than a few well placed bullets.

"Could use a place to go right about now if you're not all that busy!"