"Who says it's a costume? Maybe this is what I always wear." It was true enough, in a manner of speaking. Miss Lee the bitchy gym teacher was her costume. The Fallen Angel was what she was, whether she liked it or not. "Burgundy's a good color on me."
She glanced over again when she heard movement over the city noises and wind. Kid was still well away from her. Good. Couldn't be too careful with serial killers running around--who knew whether or not they had some sort of magical weapon. Or could turn into giant green monsters capable of throwing her around like a rag doll.
"You've caught me. I'm a pervert who gets my deviant pleasures from watching people jaywalk. What's your excuse?"