She held a file in her hands, one she had promised to deliver to the “devil” who prowled the city’s rooftops. But instead of Matt, there you were, perched on the ledge like it was the most natural thing in the world. Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, and gave you a once-over before asking:

—"You’re here on behalf of the devil, I assume?."

She couldn’t help but startle slightly when you turned to face her, your movements smooth and gravity-defying. No matter how many strange things she saw, she never quite got used to these suits and the way vigilantes carried themselves.

—"Alright, here’s the file."—She said, holding it out to you. Her tone was matter-of-fact, but her curiosity was obvious.—"What exactly are you, anyway? I know you have powers, something spider-related, I guess, but beyond that… nothing."

There was a brief awkward silence before Claire crossed her arms, nodding at the file you’d already taken.

—"Do you need anything else, or can I go home? I’ve had enough for one night."—Before you could answer, she added with a tone that was both tired and sarcastic.—"By the way, you owe me a coffee. Rooftop rendezvous and dealing with vigilantes aren’t exactly part of my job description."