"Oh! How could I have missed it?!" A gloved hand bonked against the flat of her forehead. "inspector Clouseau! The legendary Detective! You shaved off your mustache and ditched your hat!" She seemed, honestly, one hundred percent genuine in her excitement. The truth was that she was biding her time, looking him over, sizing up the situation to try and figure just what was going on here. "Really brilliant disguise, I never would have known it was you -- well, I mean if I wasn't such a super huge fan and the coat wasn't such a giveaway -- really, I feel like my Pink Panther membership card is really in jeopardy here."
A pause, barely a beat of a breath while her mind ticked away. He was asking questions, a lot of questions. Not that she wasn't used to questions like that, at least when she was in costume. Which he had apparently seen her in and out of. Okay. Not the best news. Not the best news at all. But maybe he hadn't put two and two together. No. He probably had. And she thought she'd been so careful -- but she'd also thought that her Spider-Sense would cover her like it normally did too.
Okay. Rule One. Don't bank on the Spider-Sense here. May thought to herself for a moment, her head still cocked and the slight folds in her mask maybe suggesting she was smiling despite the worry in her head.
"Well, I can't say that doesn't explain the third degree." She shifted, folding her arms over the front of her chest while she clung to the wall with ease. "But I mean, generally speaking, you've got to buy a girl dinner for those kind of things. I guess I can give you the short version." She cleared her throat. "You see, when a Mommy Spider and a Daddy Spider love each other very much..." and if anyone was surprised that was how she started, well they just weren't paying attention. "I'm sure you know how the rest of that goes -- and, well, I ate all my Spider-Veggies and just grew up way bigger than Mom and Dad were expecting." Because she was absolutely not going to share that information with anyone if she could avoid it.
"Just the Paparazzi." Mayday shrugged. It was at least a partially true answer. "Which is why we're going to have to ask that you keep whatever you may or may not know to yourself about it. The last thing I need is more people asking Spider-Questions all the time and the less people that know the better, you dig, Inspector?"