Shooting at Iron Man would be pointless. Shooting one of the rubber-neckers ranged a ways on the sidewalk, however, would accomplish plenty. So she did, if for no other reason than she liked the kickback of the gun in her hand and the shriek of the woman as she hit the sidewalk. "Oh, but sweetie," she deadpanned, he wasn't the only one who could be glib. "Don't you miss me?" Behind her mask, she was grinning.