Gwen jumps off a criminal, finishing him off. She rushes over to the vault, her eyes widening when she realizes it's empty. "Shit," she mutters.

"Hey," You say from above, leaning against the chandelier chain. "Looking for something?" You tease, fixing the position of your mask as you play with the USB in your hand.

"If it isn't my favorite criminal," Gwen murmurs, tilting her head. "You know, I love you and all, but you do realize it's my job to stop the bad guys, right? I'm legally obliged to chase you right now, thief."