To say that her life had gone from 'strange' to downright surreal in the last few days would not have been the most inaccurate thing. Sure, bouncing across realities and defending worlds without Spiders? This was not the most normal thing a barely twenty something girl could get up to, but Mayday's life hadn't been close to normal. Ever. She hadn't known how abnormal it was until the middle of that basketball game, but ever since? Well, there was a reason why she still split her life in two. There was a reason she clung to whatever sense of normalcy she could get. It was what made all those deliveries so important. It was what made the ice cream taste so damn good. It was she'd stocked her now iPod with as much music she knew as she could.
It was why, when the sound of a voice pushed through OMC's How Bizarre, she hardly even hesitated. Muscles that spent all their days ready to spring, a small frame that didn't know exhaustion, all of it was overtaken by muscle memory as legs pushed off the roof and sprung her forward before she'd even realized she was reacting. Index and middle finger pressed down on the base of her palm and a thwipt of webbing would yank her to an opposite structure. It wasn't even a hard jump to make for a normal person but, as boots flattened her against a surface she shouldn't have been able to stick to -- with the ice cream still clenched between her teeth like it was the most natural thing in the world -- she took a slow breath.
At least he didn't seem to be chasing. That was a good sign. Now it was time for some quick thinking -- which included a nonchalant bite and chew of the dessert.
"What is it with this place?" She sounded more amused than annoyed, pushing the last of the ice cream between her teeth before she pulled her mask down, chewed, and swallowed. "People can just show up on a random planet and nobody bats an eye, but you go for rooftop ice cream and suddenly it's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles all over again and there's Foot all over the roof."
Okay, maybe not her best pun, but it wasn't everyday someone sprung up behind her without setting off the Spider-Sense. Symbiotes could manage it, so could Reilly, if she was distracted. That was one of the major differences between hers and her Dad. Aside from the physical, where Mayday had speed to her Father's strength, their powers functioned differently. Where dear-old-Dad could only get warnings of Danger, May had learned to track very specific targets using her senses -- every last one of them was trained on the mysterious stranger not far from her at all.
"So what's the deal, Dick Tracy? Though, really, you'd be more of an Eddie if not for the shape -- well and the lack of cartoon Rabbit -- Maybe Deckard? Are you a Replicant?" She tilted her head slightly, dialing in on his face for a moment. The guy was weird -- not that everything on Knowhere wasn't -- but it was all a weird she could roll with it. "If you were trying to sniff out an Ice Cream, hate to break it to you -- Reservoir Dog?-- Nah. Forget that one -- Anyway. I just made the last delivery of the day. If you're looking for the Ice Cream Spider, you're going to have to check back in tomorrow."