Oh. That was a surprise. [i]Guess you're more well-known than you thought,[/i] Graffiti reflected. [i]And here you were thinking you were only known in the Blocks.[/i] Knowing now that she had more of a reputation than she was aware of, Graffiti determined she'd have to make it further around the city more often, if only to really understand what public opinion of her was. That Lily already liked the persona of Graffiti was promising, though Graffiti hoped she could live up to her image.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. My style gets me more attention than I like," Graffiti shrugged, picking up the gas mask and pulling it over her head, letting it hang loosely from her neck. "You got me. And I've heard a little bit of you, too. You're more popular in this area than I think you know." She grinned knowingly at Lily; Black Widow was a name Graffiti had heard some residents of the Blood Blocks tossing around.

Securing her backpack, Arlene began to walk to the back of the diner. "We'll go out the way I came, through the back window. And I'll probably lock it for Arthur." She threw a grin back over her shoulder at Lily before unlatching the window. "Oh, and you don't have to call me Graffiti all the time. Honestly, that's fucking weird," she pulled the window open, struggling a little with the weight. "My name is Arlene. And I'd tell you not to tell nobody, but I think you know that." Arlene hopped through the window, holding it open for Lily to follow. "Well, Lily, let's see about getting you home, yeah?"