We're all crazy

—Including unarmed women at night?

I don't know you're unarmed. 

【彡】Bullshit! You owe this freak nothin'! Ya shoulda --【彡】

… Are you copying me?

"You really think I came looking for a fight, Spector? You must think I’m as crazy as you are."

"You have no business here." 

—Ruins the element of surprise.

There is no 'element of surprise.'

 "Well, the forest fires don’t count. But what I mean is that it looks good, for a place filled with mafia and Wolverine’s son running around. I’m actually thinking on coming back here more often."

"It's a good place, but I want to make better than the way I found it. Gotta be someone out here or it's gonna spiral out of control and turn into another hellhole like New York or Madripoor. No offence." 

No. I’m just curious.

I'm working on some --...new fighting techniques.

"It's probably on fire somewhere. I'm only one man."

Maya sighed and looked away from her computer screen once he was finished talking. A date. More dates. Why do people date her with no intention of following through?

【彡】Ha ha! Toldja! She hate -- 【彡】

     -- I'm still on the team.

I can make parachutes and a bunch of other neat stuff with them.

            . . .

【彡】Yes. 【彡】

She was silent for a few moments as she tried to recall said conversation. She saw flashes; Marc against the wall, the colour red, the vibration of screaming…

"I want to apologize. Let me make it up to you. Not with hot-dogs this time."