The Countess didn't bother checking to see what the new hero did, but judging by the fact that she was able to stay in the air and not be pulled back or rocked by some invisible...thing, she figured her gambit worked. Such a weakness in those heroes, putting the lives of innocents above all else. Were the roles swapped, The Countess would have let the three die. A body count of three to prevent a higher body count down the line is an acceptable loss. Heroes and their idiotic morals. The Countess wasn't a trained pilot, but the beauty of having a bodysuit tailored specifically to counteract heroes meant that it was constantly upgraded. Like a computer program. While flight, as in the unaided variety, wasn't one of those programs, an understanding of technology was. Not enough to control it, but enough to know about yaw, pitch, roll, and various other flight based terminology. Which really didn't help her behind the helm of a chopper.

The Countess knew how to [i]land[/i]. She didn't know how to [i]fly[/i]. 

The landing was easy. Guiding the helicopter as best she could, she hovered over the Hudson River and jumped out. She hit the water before the helicopter did, and she could hear the grinding and gnashing of metal hitting the water and breaking. The villain swam, aided considerably by her suit - her engine furiously spinning its blue color allowing for swifter movement underwater. She surfaced, quickly shooting her hand out and pulling the curious citizen to the ground with a yank of her hand. When the man hit the ground, The Countess strongly punched the back of his head and then pushed him into the river. He would drown eventually. 

"I need a car." she spoke into her mask. A male voice replied in the positive as she continued walking. She had followed the river in the helicopter to a woody forest area, perfect for re-integrating with society. No traffic. No on-lookers. A dirt road that connected with the main streets in a few miles. It wasn't how she had planned to escape, but it would have to do. After around ten minutes, a red Jaguar F-type pulled up next to her, kicking up dirt behind its tires. A masked man in a fancy suit stepped out and held the door open for The Countess. "Take a cab back," she said to the man before speeding off. 

In the car, she tapped a few buttons on her wrist and the mask came off. Her black hair began to blow in the breeze. Her tanned face was sweating slightly and her dark blue eyes held a look of anger. When she returned to her home, someone was getting fired for this serious lack of oversight. A new hero in her city? Unacceptable. She wanted to know everything, her name, her REAL name, occupation, history, age, everything. And so she drove fast, speeding along the road like a madwoman. Which, technically, she was. 

And soon she would make that idiotic hero pay for such an embarrassment.