Orb weaver didn't really know what to make of it; one second he'd been wracking his brain trying to think of a way to avoid being captured, and the next, he was standing in an empty building with one of the heroes that had tried to stop him asking for him not to shoot. The criminal backed away from her a few steps, but kept his gun to the ground, "[color=fff200][b]What on earth are you doing? Aren't you one of [u]them[/u]?[/b][/color]". His question would have to wait as someone else -another super Orb weaver wagered- made himself known with a bit more flourish than Orb weaver was comfortable with, what's more, from the sound of things he'd witnessed the heist and was unimpressed with Orb weaver's performance. Orb weaver clucked his tongue with annoyance, but remained calm outside of that, "[color=fff200][b]About five hundred grand. Plus whatever you can carry on your own, usually.[/b][/color]" he retorted in a matter of fact tone. Orb weaver returned his gun to his coat, then placed his hands on his hips, "[color=fff200][b]So, what's this supposed to be, huh? What, were you two working the team until you could get away with a robbery or something? A waste of an infiltration if that's the case.[/b][/color]" he said with a hint of mirth in his tone.