With an annoyed smirk, she dropped her hands and instead draped her arms over his shoulders. "You're lucky I don't insult easily."
Black Cat looked up at the sky, watching the shape of the spider skitter over the rolling clouds. It hadn't rained since that big crisis apparently happened almost a week ago. The papers didn't know what to make of all of it, but the meteorologist had confirmed that something - or someone - had literally altered the course of the weather. With her heightened senses, Felicia could tell the rainclouds were moving back in with a vengeance. She didn't mind. The rain could be romantic if you wanted it to be.
Still draped on him, since he made no move to escape her grasp, the Black Cat rested her chin on his shoulder and glanced over at the spotlight. "Nice signal. Are you working with the Big Man now?"