There was a figure moving below. A stealthy figure, who would have been invisible if her eyes hadn't been designed for picking out small, quick-moving things at night ... interesting. A man out for a night stroll, perhaps? A bit of light exercise up the one building Mystique had been commissioned to break into? Stranger coincidences had happened, certainly ... but not to her.
He disappeared from sight for a moment - had he seen her? Or just another coincidence? Either way, he was good. Interesting.
Mystique didn't seem particularly surprised when the man vaulted over the top, took her time looking him over. Relatively nondescript, athletic and attractive, and his eyes ... well, she'd always liked a man with nice eyes.
"Good evening," she replied back, hands lightly on her hips. Her voice was soft tonight, accent faintly British for no particular reason. "Nice night, isn't it?"