She'll take the Catwoman comparison, but her face visibly wrinkles in disgust. "I'm no superhero. Thief, remember? Not exactly using my powers for good." She paused, and gave a little awkward laugh. "Tried once. Didn't take."

And that's all she'll say about THAT. Thinking of Connor and Los Angeles (at least post-hell) hurt. Never being able to explain herself, apologize, make up for what she did. Or, hell, fight about it at least. Or hey, maybe she did it all for nothing and she would still be dead. Doesn't matter now. She quickly changes the subject.

"Not big on the technology either. Goes against my nature," she explains, emphasizing the hands.