No Major Problems, Minor Problems Everywhere

Luke's meaning was: Call me if you need anything. I'm a pro at beating up people, at your service!

Elsa accepted without a qualm.

She wasn't exactly an outstanding fighter, and neither was her new partner, Simmons.

Luke's combat ability had always been the foundation of her confidence.

Elsa had always been sure that her former partner and current subordinate was definitely the most capable fighter in L.A..

Ten minutes after arriving at the police department, Luke and Selina drove out again.

The police intercom had practically crashed. The operators were already trying to work on the signal jam, but many police officers still wanted to throw their walkie-talkies away.

Luke's solution was much simpler. He gave Elsa a satellite phone since cellphones could barely get through either, with everybody calling each other to confirm that they were okay.

There was nothing Elsa could say about her subordinate's extravagance.