It must be different for Peter to not be able to figure out who someone was when they were right in front of them. He figured out how Rick was, he figured out who Henry was and now he was face to face with his girlfriend and baffled that he couldn’t figure it out. It actually came down to him needed to ask her questions. Something about this was intriguing to her. “Somehow I’m not surprised.” She said playfully, her voice ringing like bells.

As he asked about her tricks she leaned down nearing her mask to his. “I have sharp cat canine teeth, I use small but tough rope to tie up bad guys which gets cut off when I’m done by a sharp blade inside my belt and I have the hardest material in the world as claws on the ends of my gloves which are retractable. I don’t want to use them but if someone gets too close and I feel like I’m in too much danger… well a kitten has claws. “ She didn’t want to toy with him in a seductive manner, because when Peter either found out it was her or figured it out; he could take it like she was trying to ‘test his loyalty to her’ by dressing up like someone else and flirting with him. That was not the case.

“My turn,” She said in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulled herself up from him. Thinking she might want to give him a small hint, nothing too big but this was just too fun. Tilting her head down to him she asked, “What is the best kind of dessert?” Would he say cupcakes?!