Her reaction just made her giggle, almost derisively; all his shooting her would've done was scare the other patrons, who had a second of panic, before becoming intensely interested in something else. Half the wonders of New York, half Delirium.
"I know!" The worst part was, she sounded genuine- hey, she considered him a friend. "How about your secret-not-secret identity?" She pulled a card out of one of the many pockets in her coat, showing him an ID- unsurprisingly, for a mental institution, with her picture on it.