Ignoring any aches or pains that'd spring up, she leans forward quickly and grabs his arm as he turns. "Peter," she repeats, though the tone like less concerned-warning and more don't-try-it-warning. "What other people do is not on you. You've got plenty on your shoulders without fishing for more. He attacked, not you, and for that I will pop out one of his eyes or his nuts, I've yet to decide."
Leaning back, she smiles at him to break his brood. "It happens, in this line of work. Mind you, it happened less when I was just the elite thief. Clearly morals are a pain in the ass." She tsks and makes a face at the price of playing for the good guys. "I can, once I'm less scratched up, look into the paper trail on the 'how' though. With the Act, you have less swinging room for investigating, but while I'm an extraordinary burglar, it's all au natural talent, baby."