Ringer being parted with her gun felt like the greatest loss of all. She was entirely convinced she was about to die until things unfolded in an unexpected way and she found herself free to move. The hunter immediately grabbed her gun again. Instead of trying to shoot anyone, however, she immediately holstered it and pocketed the two shells dropped in the snow. The fox was right about the police. To Ringer's benefit, she was nothing if not prepared. It had been eight minutes since the gunshot and the police averaged a fifteen minute response time to this area with a best of just under ten. If she hurried, and if luck was on her side, she could still make it away without her sanity being questioned. Or worse.

Ringer wasted no time in grabbing her pack and moving to the wall to retrieve the explosives. Knowing exactly where she placed them and never having completed their wiring, it wasn't difficult to retrieve them, just time consuming. She kept a wary eye open to the fae, fox, and panther thing as she set to work, wondering if she could shove the backpack through the fae's door if needed. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

"Millenium Park by the Ecology Pavilion, 9:00 PM, in one week," Ringer muttered to the fox as she worked. She had questions and she was hoping that the fox, if not the woman, might be willing to give some answers. It was a park not far from where they were, comfortably in their new territory. "A peaceful talk."