Shay would show up like a beacon on infra-red, Specials burned hot mostly due to the nanos in their systems, the microscopic robots repairing any damage done, generating heat of their own. Shay was sitting perfectly still, like a big cat waiting to pounce, though really all she was waiting for was for the cop below to turn away so she could vanish from her perch, back across the roof and on her way back to where she was lodging currently.
She was curious, though, about the light and the movement, it wasn't a tactic she'd seen before, usually her victims just got cuffed and loaded into the car, some of them mumbling about the supermodel that had attacked them, on the rare occasions that they'd been conscious enough to mumble by the time they were picked up.
That curiosity was at the forefront of her mind, along with silently willing the man to move on so she could get some dinner.