As the conflict erupts into outright bloodshed, you locate a small crate labeled "Tillinghast Endeavors" in a back room. Keeping low to the ground, you scamper through the fight and back out to the cold evening air. The sound of shattering glass and heavy blows emanates from the building behind you.
"Aw, applesauce," says a voice above you. A compact figure clad in black slides down a rappelling line and removes their mask. "I had a whole heist planned, you know. An informant. A calling card, even," Ruby says, tossing a yellow rose on the pavement. "I didn't think you could just walk in and ask politely, but, well, I guess you won fair and square."