It was’t uncommon for Red X to be found among the Jump City rooftops; it was his natural territory, after all. That, and the alleyways below. Neither was it uncommon for him to encounter others up there.
Yet usually such encounters erupted into a bout of sparring. More frequently, the other party tended to sport spandex. This kid (how old could she be? Thirteen?) in civvies was a curiosity, standing atop the next rooftop (a rooftop with no visible access) and eyeing the thief with frank, unabashed interest. As if a stranger in a skull mask were merely a novelty.
X hopped across the gap between buildings, landing several metres from the girl; he remained crouched and matched her gaze.
Well. She wasn’t running.
"Past your bedtime, kid?"
Past your bedtime. She knew those words, kind of. Sometimes people who saw her at night but didn’t get that she was one of those kinds of kids would ask that, and tell her she should go home. They were either said with concern or contempt, but never cruelty- and this one was no different. Not quite concern, no contempt- simply… curious.
Cassandra did her best not to grin at that, especially with how guarded he was- guarded men reacted to things differently, after all- and shook her head. ”no."
Never mind the fact that while she knew the words, she didn’t quite know what a bedtime was. She’d figure it out if it ever became important. Just like words. She was getting the important ones down, slowly- though she would admit there was a certain joy whenever she realized what something fully meant on her own.