The crash gave a solid distraction, and Cat used the moment to roughly upper cut one of the men, wrestling his gun away before dropping him completely. "From the looks of these gentlemen here, I think we're both crashing the party, Spider."
There were two men left, which was well within the webslinger's capability to handle. She gave the jewelery a last longing look, contemplating a doggy bag before she gave a leap up and disappeared into the air vents. If she was lucky, she would get away without being confronted by the webhead, but then, Felicia was struck by an odd mood. She hadn't taken anything from the store, so why run away? In fact, she had been a hero, so why be worried about Spider-man? She made her way up out of the vents, scurrying up the a ledge above where she could sit perched and wait for the hero to give chase. If there wasn't going to be any reward, at least the night could still give her some thrills.