[Jackass. She's tempted to say 'come down and I will' but no, if he's going to be a contrary douchebag there's not much she can do to stop him. Besides blast the branch off the tree. Which she could probably manage, just about. But no, that's probably not the smart way for this to go.]

I'm twenty-six. I've been here about a year and a half. I'm from Go City, which nobody has ever heard of but me. I used to be a superhero, got tired of it, took up high-profile theft instead.

[She's not going to tell him anything he couldn't get from a careful reading of her archived entries. She shrugs.]

You want my blood type?