Best Dressed Crime-fighting Duo Ever
Frances drifts the borrowed, or 'temporarily upcycled', sports car through the left turn, merrily ignoring the loud honks and shouts surrounding the two of them as they zoom past. Whatever, light was still green, it was a protected turn. "You still have a tracker on the perp?" she shouts over the chaos as she skips a gear to two to get to the fourth. Boy she hopes so, it's going to be embarrassing to explain to the cops if they lose the baddies. Her tie's loose around her neck, never willing to give the bad guys a noose to strangle with, and the matching graphite fedora is in the back seat of the sports car so it doesn't whip off with the wind. She's glad for the pants, though, running down anyone is a pain in the ass in skirt and heels.