"Job description? What, are you getting paid for this? And here I've been doing this as a fucking hobby all these years." A lie. It was more than a hobby. It was a distraction, it was a calling, it was a silent way of admitting that the entire human experience wasn't a complete failure. It was her addiction.
But if she couldn't admit that to herself, she sure as hell wasn't going to admit it to a freaky costumed stranger who just happened to be hanging around this particular rooftop at night. Especially one named after a goddamn bird.
"Nice. And I see you've got a nice little 'R' sewn onto your outfit in case you forget. Or are you one of those poor kids whose mother wrote their name on their underwear and just couldn't break the habit?" She snorted quiet laughter. "I'm Lee. Or the Fallen Angel, if we're being pretentious tonight. I don't really give a shit which gets used."