Ophelia sighed and resisted the urge to face-palm, but at least she was smirking faintly. "How do you know I'm just shooting the bad things?" she called back. "I could just be fucking nuts." Well, okay, most who knew her would say she was nuts, but she wasn't nuts to the 'taking out random innocents on a roof-top' point. Not yet, anyway. She had lowered the weapon though, and it was no longer pointed in what could be considered his direction. She just couldn't resist the urge to unleash a little sarcasm. God, it had just been way too fucking long for that. She had missed it the way she missed dirty movies and bloodshed.