Shadowcat glanced at the woman, falling into a comfortable position, that would still allow a quick retreat if necessary. She shrugged a shoulder, studying Samara through her mask, "Might as well put my skill to good use."
She might be a cop, or something else. There was no way to tell, but she seemed to carry herself like she was the law. Best to assume so. And if she wasn't, well Shadowcat wasn't worried.