It should be wearying but- part of what they are makes it effortless. Must come with the super speed, agility, and strength. With the city relatively calm and the road empty? All there is above them is stars. Delta quietly pings in the back of York's mind, ticking through constellations in a habitual process. Identifying where they are to sort out where to head next.

But there's no need to go anywhere but the safehouse now. No running every night for a new hole to hide in. Somewhere to stay with someone that can keep an eye out. "What happened back there anyway? How'd you end up on the wrong side of that many guns?"