| Miss Meow |
Finding no sign of tampering was vexing. Then she overheard someone mention a second fire. The timing was rather suspicious to her. A grapple line was fired off. The wench in her grapple gun quickly started to retract the line, pulling Miss Meow along. As she neared the building she jinked the line to unhook the grapple and let the glider wings pop out. A bit of maneuvering had her turn enough to face further in the direction of the fire. Once that was done Miss Meow retracted her glider wings and fired off a new grapple line towards a building further down the street.
This process was repeated until she was approaching the burning building. The last grapple line she aimed towards the top of the building so that she could be launched through a window on the top floor. Now she was glad to be wearing her crisis armor, although it would have been nice if the environmental features hadn't been damaged. This was probably not her smartest decision. But lives were on the line. Since the environmental systems were down, Miss Meow accessed her armory in the Kitty Cave to exchange her crisis armor for the one she normally wore.
After crouching down to minimize smoke she sniffed the air, tasting the scents and trying to pick out that of humans from the smoke. Since it was hard to see, she knew that relying on other senses would be better. Miss Meow would search each floor from the top down for survivors, getting any she found to a window for retrieval.
perception: track by smell: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Accessing her communicator, Miss Meow tapped into the local emergency frequencies and said "This is Miss Meow. I'm inside the burning building and working my way down from the top. Get emergency rescue services ready to retrieve anyone I can find. I'll be bringing them to the eastern side."