(Her back leans against the wall outside the alley, looking forward, but she's not great at sitting and waiting. Her hand reaches for her pistol, some flairs, twists, just so she has something to do while he is there putting that ONESIE. God, the shit she accepts for him. He'd better appreciate it.)

That's not fair. I'm shooty and bomb-y, I just don't sneak up. You'd know I'm there. How is this a fair trade?

(Which, probably correct, knowing how much she doodles around and her little stunt at the train.

The mask always startles her a bit when she first sees it, so she jumps before she squints. It's just Peter, but also!!! UGH.)

Wait. You actually don't wear shoes with it, how do you live? How do you still have functioning feet?

(Because Etraya and New York are not Zaun, Jinx.......)