"That sort of healthy appetite is going to get you in trouble one day," Neena said and pressed her eye into the scope again. The two were still talking but it looked like they were coming to an end to the conversation. The suit case the man had made it to the counter. The fool was actually going to do it. Did he really think he was going to get away with it? Apparently so. As easily as she had put the gun together, and laid herself down for the shot, it took with even less effort for her to pull the trigger, sending the well aimed round sailing through the air and through the shot window. The glass shatter was minimal, the bullet met its target and the man slumped to the floor. Another shot took out the man behind the counter and it just left an open safe and the items in of value that had been up for sale.
Now came the fun part. "I'd love to stay and chat longer," she said rising to her feet and taking apart the gun as quickly as she had put it together, "But I've got some work to do and if you're not here to stop me, I guess this is good-bye then." The gun was in pieces, packed away quickly and then slung over her shoulder, "You sure you should be up here at night, James?" As in James Dean, because he had a youthful face and she was a woman and straight, so there was the observation that she found him attractive there. If she wasn't on the job, she might have stayed for a slightly longer chat before leaving. It wasn't likely they'd cross paths again.
"You should get out of this town while you got the chance," she added, "It has a way of sucking people in and never letting them out." The same could be said for a lot of cities but Gotham seemed to be a vortex of crime and people. Not that she cared about either but some people did, and he might be one of those.