Felicia had been working, focused. Its how she had to be when she was doing what she did best. Which was why, when the whip cracked she tilted her head quickly to the side to take in the woman that had spoken. She was dressed like her. Only trashier. With goggles. Who wore goggles?. More to the point. Who was stealing her look? Who was entirely and utterly stealing her very classy look and making it. Not. Alright so she didn't look entirely trampy like Mary Plain in her last play or anything. It was cattiness and nothing else.
"Black Cat, and this rooftop is taken" she said simply. The woman would have to go be a stray somewhere else.
She didn't entirely expect her to go, she wouldn't have. All the same she kept working. This was her heist, her equipment. And she didn't share well.