The woman jumped. She shot a sticky rope out of her wrist. She stuck to a wall. Castiel didn't so much as blink. He simply wasn't surprised. How could he be? He'd been watching her do this all over Knowhere today, swinging around like some sort of costume-wearing Tarzan.. it was impressive, to say the least, but the angel was unaffected.
She continued to eat her ice cream.
The pop-culture references weren't entirely lost upon the man in his overcoat, but some of them he simply didn't understand and the look that covered his face was confusion, his head tilting slightly as if the new angle would provide him the answers he was seeking. It didn't help. It never did.
But then she was talking again. How did a woman this small have enough air in her lungs to say that many words? How could she speak for such a long amount of time and never pass out? Didn't she need to breathe? Where was all of that oxygen coming from? The archangel looked at her like she was some sort of oddity he was intent on figuring out. Rabbits. Tracy. Dogs.
He wasn't a dog.
Straightening up a little, Castiel lifted his chin some.
"I'm not here for ice cream. I was only curious about your talents for moving through the city and how you came by the ability to climb walls." She was human, there was no question about that. Her soul was.. well.. it was lovely. She was a good person. A truly good person. It warmed him to look at her. "I saw you deliver food to the clinic. I'm afraid I don't understand your choice to wear the mask while doing strenuous physical activity, where it would be safer to be able to see and breathe freely.. and when it would be easiest to don a mask, such as when you delivered the food to the clinic, you choose to go without."
Surely the Spider knew there was no way someone had followed her, she would have seen, would have heard, would have known. But Castiel didn't need to physically follow someone to watch them.
"Are you hiding from something?" He prompted after a few seconds. Was that why she wore the mask?