It sounded much less like a rat now, not that it really did before. What she heard was more mechanical, and all she could think now was that at the next sudden movement, RoboRat was getting blasted in the face. Someone could've abandoned it here, along with the other fucked up creatures that probably inhabited the sewers, and by the time Spider-Woman considered that her imagination may just have been overstimulated by the sewage toxins eating away at her brain, the thing taking up space on her radar spoke, and it was that voice that negated every wild thought of hers that surfaced. There was only one person she knew who would try to negotiate with a cockroach. To be sure, Spider-Woman parted from the wall and very gingerly descended from her post, both hands forward and glowing brightly in front of her in defense. And so it wasn't RoboRat, after all. "You've got to be kidding me." Although now she kind of wished it had been. Shit.