Running a hand through her newly soaked hair, Selina looked down at the person who nearly just drowned. She saved someone. With a bit of her short hair and the whole latex suit drenched, the scowl was practically glued onto her face. Cats never liked water, and the water seeping into her criminal getup and her skin wasn’t doing much good.

"You better be grateful,” she pointed out, taking her mostly waterless goggles off and shaking it and her hair out. Her scowl hardened when she staggered slightly and nearly fell—wading through water felt like shit. Although. soon she couldn’t help but laugh into her hand. "Really, though. what happened to make you fall into the water? the bridge has rail’s, y’know."

She had just been robbing a jewelers store, one of those chain-stores, and she’d gotten a good deal with the tired night-shift worker. But when she’d made her way home and went over the bridge, there was splashes coming from the water. Someone was thrashing and floundering in there, and—listen, she had some good in her, okay? She didn’t want to leave a not-so-awesome-swimmer there to die.

Looking back down at the person she’d just saved, she flashed a playful grin. "Hey, you won’t snitch on me, yeah? You owe me, y’know, for saving your life and all." Outstretching her hand, she hauled the other person up to stand.