She lets her own features hover around lightly amused. Considering. Not giving too much away, because there's an image to keep up. She leans back against the jostle a little too strongly, like she's trying to knock Mary Grace over. A show of strength, even now.

"I think," she says, only deigning to give her the grace of eye contact from under a raised eyebrow, "We've spent our entire night being heroes, so our crime's going to have to be something legendary. I've got a reputation to keep."