"You're serious. Like the little innofensive bird?. You do know who wins in a fight with a cat and a bird right?. All the same, you've found me. On a roof. Just like you are on a roof. And maybe all that stuff the Spider posted up about superheros being slated in the press is a crock. The boy gets over enthused sometimes. But I'll be gone before any cops get here and you...will have exactly nothing to prove your run in with an incredibly sexy cat burgler."
But frankly now Felicia had a hero here in her sights she wasn't about to just let it go without giving it the third degree. She began to pace, still on guard obviously but conversational. Why shouldn't she be?
"Actually before I do go. What is it with you hero types. Maybe you can help me understand Spiderman's logic. Cause seriously. I steal, occasionally. From the bad guys generally or people too rich to notice the loss. But then there's actual bad guys. Not even talking about the demons. I'm talking about back home in the land of real honest to evil city destroying, murdering scum. But I'm like them, I get lumbered in with them as a villian or whatever. Its insane. You know that. Don't you have better things to do with your time?