Grey had only been in GreyPort for a few short months by the time she heard the first rumor of the superhero. At the time she had been seeping with a silent fury but as she had listened her interest piqued, as the brutes described the encounter to her, where she had come from, who she had injured, what sort of inventory she might have possibly taken whilst in there. 

It wasn't until about a week later Grey would find herself in the indirect presence of the hero. Watching her confront the "gangs" from a rooftop, it had worked out nicely. She had finally seen the insect for herself, the fight playing in reprise in her head as she sharpened her knife, illuminated by the cold light of the tv. Her work clothes sprawled around the small hotel room, the instructions had been clear, deal with the spider before she becomes a real problem.