How predictable. Welp, let's get this over with. Zoe opened the door and went up the stairs. Easy enough. She just had to match the apartment with the name and address and she would be there. When the door was found she just knocked on it. Hoping to catch the target by surprise Zoe stood ready the kick the thug in the stomach as soon as she saw their face. Kick first, ask questions later.

A simple lock, eh? Well, guess that is to be expected in low-income housing. Sounded like they were busy. And there were multiple people. Perhaps the best choice would be to sneak in rather than jump on the target. Luckily Zoe knew how to lockpick. She didn't know when or how she learned it or when she last did it, but she knew how to. And so Zoe got to work picking the lock. Hopefully, the chaos would continue for a little while longer.

(Dang it, I forgot the empty pockets part)
Well, that's the way it goes sometimes. Zoe should probably have gone out into the street and pickpocket someone but Zoe... Well, she was easily bored so it was back to the original plan. That way her heart rate might increase a little. She knocked on the door loud enough for it to be heard through the screaming and waited.

"I wanna speak with your husband," Zoe said to the dishevelled woman. Of course, Zoe didn't know if this was the thug's wife but it was a pretty safe bet. The hope was that Zoe with her near permanent poker face and general attitude would seem like another gang member - or possibly even a higher up in the gang - to the wife.

Surprisingly Zoe had not expected a fat opponent so her strategy had to change. Though she fast Zoe was not strong and a simple kick to the stomach might not have the desired effect on someone so bottom heavy. Her new plan was brilliant. It involved two kicks instead of one! It a trigger had been pulled in her mind and adrenaline surged through her body. The first kick went towards the thug's groin intended to put him in a state of shock and pain. The second went to connect to his chest. The second kick was intended to knock him backwards but Zoe knew this was somewhat unlikely again due to her inadequate strength.

"Don't do it, Lena." Zoe's voice had changed a bit. Though it still sounded tired it had become louder and more impactful. Whether this was due to the energy of the situation or a side effect of Quick Draw she did not know. "Lemme arrest your husband. That's unless you wanna be tied to this deadbeat and want your kid to grow up with an abusive dad. I saw your arm." Zoe didn't really believe in what this implied. Lena's life might have been a mess or could become a mess for a multitude of reasons but that wasn't really her business. What matter was if the little speech worked.
Now to the business of dealing with the target. He seemed to still be somewhat in a state of shock so Zoe turned him around so his stomach touched the floor while she could. She brought his arms to his back and restrain them so they couldn't be used. He didn't look physically capable in any other way so this plan should be sufficient. Of course, Zoe did not have handcuffs nor rope to restrain him with so her own arm strength would have to do.