Vesper wasn't the only one feeling the need for a workout of the heroic kind that night. Liza cast out her Cat's Claw line, swinging from building to building, scanning the streets and alleyways below for some civilians in need of rescue, or some thugs in need of a sound thumping. Violence placated the demon she was bonded to, violence against evildoers tended to annoy it.

Liza liked annoying the Basilisk.

She saw a shadow fly by to her right, and she froze, crouched on the edge of a rooftop. Her first thought on seeing the bat-winged shape was "Great. I thought we got rid of all the demons." Then she recognized it. Despite some changes to his armor, that was the man with the peculiar accents who had been involved in the battle with said demons. She hesitated. What was the proper protocol in situations like this? Was she supposed to throw her Cat's Claw out and snag his armor? Pick a fight? Stand up and wave?

Someone should really write a book on superhero etiquette.