She turned away, furious she'd snapped at him told him, but the idea her hero's alternate was mad at her was a bit much on top of the night's events.

She sighed, then turned and took off her mask, watching him for a moment.

"My name's Katalyn. Katalyn Peir Not that it matters much, anymore. It was assumed I died at age five. Nobody knows me by that name anymore. I live with the dregs in the sewers. I'm not proud of it, but it makes my work easier. I have stolen before, for food, but I've never killed. I'm an informant and a spy, though I collect it all for myself more than anyone these days."

She sighed, her golden eyes partially sad, partially annoyed still.

"Now you know who I am. We're even."