"That's the thing about Gotham," Canary said, climbing up the last two rungs of the fire escape to join the other two women on the roof. "It's hard to tell the good guys from the bad."
Once she was on the roof, the Black Canary crossed her arms over her chest, one foot kicked out, toe up. Between her body language and facial expression, it wasn't hard to tell that she wasn't excited to see Bea or Tora. "Who are you? And what are you doing out here?"