[Cissie gets her feet back under her as he comes closer, keeping outwardly calm while she wants to have a nice fit. She's on a rooftop, with armed gunmen and Green Arrow.
Although as he comes closer, she realizes he's not really Green Arrow--his voice is wrong, and his suit is different, and okay really now, how many Green Arrows do they need? Weren't two enough? Couldn't this guy at least pick a different color? He might fool the average lackey or mediocre villain, but nobody else was going to think he was the real deal.
She doesn't really have time to do much more than think that before he's giving her orders. Ordinarily, she might question that, but she is a civilian and, well. Guns. Guns kind of suck. So she just glances at him with raised eyebrows.] Sure. Got it. And then what?
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Although as he comes closer, she realizes he's not really Green Arrow--his voice is wrong, and his suit is different, and okay really now, how many Green Arrows do they need? Weren't two enough? Couldn't this guy at least pick a different color? He might fool the average lackey or mediocre villain, but nobody else was going to think he was the real deal.
She doesn't really have time to do much more than think that before he's giving her orders. Ordinarily, she might question that, but she is a civilian and, well. Guns. Guns kind of suck. So she just glances at him with raised eyebrows.] Sure. Got it. And then what?