She laughed at the quip about a nametag on his ass. "No, nothing of the sort. Although you are aware that you are a comic book character, are you not? My assistant Bryce reads comics obsessively. I believe you're one of his all time favourites, Mr. Parker."
Sighing, she looked down at the streets below anxiously. "I don't need a swing home, per se. But if you might possibly get me down from this roof, that would be lovely. I'd like to continue patrolling for the night. You're more than welcome to join me."