Cassie didn't mind this "second date" at all. Going out to fight bad guys was a billion times better than seeing a movie in her opinion. She sat on the rooftop's edge, legs swinging restlessly as she watched the sun setting over the raucous bright city. When she spoke she swung her legs back around and stood, hands on her hips. "This," she answered to his question and tugged her tee shirt over her head to show her "costume" underneath. She almost always had it on, which was why she almost always wore jeans and now- at work- pant suits. Cassie had learned that evil always struck at the most inopportune moments. You didn't always have an extra few minutes to wrangle yourself into a suit. Easier to just be prepared. She kicked off her sneakers, shimmied out of her jeans, and shoved her clothes into her special satchel that could grow and shrink with her. For the finishing touch she dug out her domino mask and put it over her eyes, grinning.