Orbit blinked several times, looking down at voices below her. Then she peeked up at Icicle, who... really wasn't moving anymore. "...oh boy." Talk about overkill- there wasn't going to be much left for the police to take to jail if this kept up. "Hey, Patriot, hold off... I think he's done." Or at least, she hoped he was done. Gotham had taught her that some criminals, despite their stupidity, were intelligent enough to have the instinct of survival. If given the chance, they would stop what they were doing when things got bad. Batman had even told her that one time, some low-level crooks had disarmed simply because he told them to. Didn't even have to throw a punch.

She took two steps forward into the open air, and let gravity take her. A few feet from the ground, her powers slowed her descent, and she hit the ground in a light jog, toward Frostburn. She looked him up and down, before nodding once in a brief gesture of respect. "I think a few of us have missed the lesson on restraint... He was attacking up 'til Patriot sent him into that building." But he hadn't moved since. "Do we stick around and wait for the cleanup?" In Gotham, once the criminals were done with, she and Hellfire didn't wait around for congratulations. Then again, they were technically operating outside the law.