"Funny," she hissed as he drove her into the ground and they tumbled over the pavement of the alley. The last thing she'd expected from the Punisher was banter and innuendo, but she also hadn't expected him to be looking at her like his mother never fed him. Women, she supposed, weren't something he saw often these days. Even ones with scarred faces hidden behind golden masks. Probably she could use that to her advantage.
Masque sent a quick kick up to distract him while she punched him in the throat and wriggled out of his grasp. She rolled to her feet and took another shot at him, glancing over her shoulder as the first police car arrived on scene and blocked the exit out of the alley. She spied a fire escape and dragged herself up the rungs, headed for the rooftop. She expected he'd follow but she had the advantage for the moment.