You’re at a local bar 1932, in New York. Having a good drink to compliment any emotion you’ve been feeling. Suddenly a woman in a trench coat walks in and sits beside you on a barstool.

You took a moment of staring at her to process what had been happening and she seems to take notice, you could tell she was raising a eyebrow at you underneath her mask.

You’ve just met... What? It's a woman version of Spider-man Noir.?

What do you?