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The woman gave a light chuckle. "Oh, no. We're done for the night. That was just to see if you'd be able to get past our security, and whatever security the current owner of the sword may have as he transports the sword to the museum." she replied.

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Meanwhile, outside in the hallway, a certain blue-clad woman was finally beginning to get enough sense about her to think straight. She groaned lightly as she held the ice pack to her face and tried to sit up. Just in time to see a man in a dark blue suit stop in front of her. He didn't say anything, just stood there and fussed around with the inside of his suit pocket. Finally producing a long white envelope, he gently bent down and handed it to her.

"Half the night's payment, as agreed upon." he said. As though her being sprawled out on the floor of the hallway was barely enough to draw the slightest bit of interest. Let alone concern.

"Yeah, yeah..." Webbs muttered. "He got in..."

"Yes, and I'm sorry to have to say this, but..." the man began. His tone still the same.

"Let me guess... I'm an eye sore in the hallway?" the woman replied.

"I'm afraid so. If you'd like, we can set you up in one of the spare rooms for the night. Free of charge."

"Yeah, yeah... as much as I probably SHOULD lay down and not move for about a week... I might as well head home. I'd rather sleep it off in my own bed. Plus I have work in the afternoon, so... yeah. Thanks for the concern." she sighed as she staggered to her feet.

The man in the suit glanced back at Arell as he spoke to the hired help that was stumbling on her feet. Webbs looked up at Arell as well. Her glance was a little more... bitter than the suit's glance.

"Uh... yeah. No. I'm good. Thanks anyway." she said as... nicely as she could manage. Unfortunately it wasn't enough to hide how much she disliked the man at the moment.

Webbs watched as the man quickly made his exit, then turned her attention towards the hired help. "So... any chance you can wheel me out of here?" she asked. Headache was starting to make a come back. She was gonna hurt like HELL by tomorrow morning.

"If you require an ambulance, I'm sure it can be arranged. If not... there is an employee elevator down the hall and to your right." the man replied.

".... right. Thanks." she replied. Maybe she should have taken the dude up on his offer for a ride...

A shadow quickly passed over the truck, and was soon followed by the sound of something soft hitting hard. A series of now familiar cursing echoed from an overhead rooftop, and a figure in black and blue was hanging off the side of it.

"Damn. Headache." the woman growled as she fought to pull herself back up onto the roof. THAT shouldn't have been a problem. She had exited from a high window, across a single alley, and onto the rooftop below. Piece of cake, right? Normally it was. She would have no problem with it. Feet hit the ground and keep on going.

But Ohhhh no. Not tonight. Not with her head deciding that it didn't want to wait until tomorrow to remind her how hard she'd gotten hit in the face. No, it wanted to do it now where she was stuck on top of rooftops and her fear of heights might kick in at the wrong moment. Or, you know, make it look like you're right on track but then smack bodily into the side of the building rather than the rooftop. That works too.

And you know, she can't stay inside the nice, big, fancy hotel for the night. As much of a reward as it would be, she was a costume. And costumes didn't stay where they could be unmasked or caught on surveillance as they went to bed or anything. And they don't take cabs or buses either because that just gets all kinds of awkward and uncomfortable being the only person in spandex. Well... not the only one. She did ride the train once and there was this one guy wearing... well she didn't take the train anymore.

Webbs froze for a brief few seconds as she heard the whistle. When she heard the voice, and unmistakable accent that accompanied the whistle, she growled in frustration. Then proceeded to try and pull herself back up onto the rooftop she had tried to land on in the first place.

"I appreciate...mmph... the offer but I was always... rrrrh.... told that a girl like me just shouldnt- ow, sonofa.... rrh.... get a ride home with strangers. Especially not ones who play rough and are...... is that... what is that in the back of your truck?"

The woman struggled with pulling herself up a few more times, then stopped and simply hung from the edge of the wall. She let out a long, resigned sigh... then let go of the roof and let herself slide down the wall at a slowed pace. Only then, as she was using her powers to slow her drop to the ground, did she remember she could have simply used her powers to pull herself onto the roof.

.... he must have hit her harder than she thought.

"I swear if that thing eats me I'm going to haunt your a**..." she grumbled as she came to a soft landing on the ground. Then dusted herself off as though nothing was wrong. Had to save.. at least some form of face.

Webs paused a moment as she inspected the passenger seat to make sure it was safe. Her lips curled into a thoughtful frown. Yeah... they usually don't try and help with an icepack afterwards either. Suppose he did have a point. Still... she was pretty new to this whole thing, so she had to be overly cautious.

"If you say so." she replied, then carefully climbed into the truck. VERY carefully. There was an alligator behind her after all.