It never failed to amuse her when they'd call it quits like that. You'd think they'd watch their predecessors and take their bloody notes. Had they done that, they might've understood that 1. It was rude, and 2. Running from a metahuman was never the best option. Spider-Woman's gaze followed the guy as he attempted to flee, and she regarded Spider-Man's offer with a chuckle. "Sure, why not?" Into the air she took off and flew ahead of the gangster to the first street corner where he ran, quite literally, into her fist.
A short moment thereafter, she came back with the unconscious man slung over her shoulder. "You'd think they'd learn," she tsked, dumping him with the rest of them.