Nika had been in Chinatown to eat at Great N.Y. Noodletown to grab a late lunch. Except her lunch was being interrupted by two-dimensional stomping. She set her chopsticks on the table with a sigh. She supposed she should slurp her soup up and go help the heroes.

Could be good publicity for the mercenaries at any rate. She picked up the bowl as other customers went to the front windows to see what was going on.