"Dunno if I'd want to be part of a club full of people in multicolored spandex or leather catsuits." Lee crouched down on a ledge, balancing on her haunches and letting her cloak flap around her. "I don't think my getup fits the theme."
A part of her yearned for the company, and tried very hard to batter away the rest of her, the part that walled her off from anybody who made even a token attempt to get close. It was slightly successful. "Whatever. It's a big rooftop and I haven't exactly pissed on it to mark my territory." She pulled her hood down a little further on her face, just to keep up appearances--though she wanted to pull it off, feel the wind on her face and in her hair, and feel... something.