If she was smart, she'd leave Victor a note and go off to ANYWHERE but New York for a season or two. Staying in one place for too long was dangerous. But if Devil had good dirt, it could be something the H4H could use... And she owed Cage.
So she was stupid sitting on top of 5th avenue as the Cat, tucked away and fuming in the shadows. "You have some fucking nerve sending a blind guy as a messengerboy to Fisk's lair," she growled from her spot when a shadow flew her way. "Fisk doesn't do mercy and I am this close to doing a European tour to let the heat come down. Why can't you just send a text like normal people?"