Lucie straightened up, facing the other Bandit head-on for the first time. "Sorry? You could've got those boys killed, panicking them before you'd gotten close. Could've got me killed hurling those fucking bricks around. Could still get yourself arrested using your powers like that. And you're fucking sorry?" Her face was, of course, hidden by her visor, but the contempt showed through in her voice. Still, as she dropped to one knee over the nearest of the comatose men to look for his phone, she glanced up at the other Bandit again, less angry than her tone suggested. "Least you're trying. But if you're going to be so fucking dumb about it, at least don't dress up like me to do it."
That wasn't fair, though, she supposed. After all, she dressed like that precisely because it was pretty much the simplest, least obvious disguise you could get. He might not be dressing up like her at all.