"Hmm." The concept of her being derived from a video game intrigued her. It wasn't completely abhorrent. At least she wasn't in comic form, something boys like Bryce could drool over like he did the Black Canary and every other drawn female. It was good that Peter didn't mention he thought she was thirty to Lara. She'd have punched him in the nuts. A guy thinking you were nine years older than you really were was deserving of a crotch punch.
"Yes Peter, Lara is my real name. You seem to know who I am at least. And fine, whatever. I'll say I'm a bloody vigilante if it makes you happy. You're rather fond of driving home a point, aren't you love?"