Lara arched an eyebrow at Peter's irascible wit. Honestly, who talked to scumbags like that? Mostly, she just kicked ass first and stayed fairly silent. She wasn't adverse to throwing a few quips at the enemy, but Peter did it with a style and flair she reluctantly had to admire.
"Jameson is your boss at The Bugle. You take pictures of yourself as Spider-Man and sell them to him, yes?" She stepped around the unconscious almost-criminal and jabbed him in the leg with the heel of her boot. Served him right for trying to attack them.
"Movies, eh? That's fantastic. How do I look in them? Who plays me?"