I suppose I would. I'll take your word for it in the meantime.

[He descends - sort of - and for a moment her attention is drawn instead to how he's doing that, her gaze narrowing speculatively on the thin webbing. His words draw her gaze back to his face, hidden as it is by his mask.]

Maybe the scrawny college geek shouldn't hang from chandeliers. Just pointing that out.

[Because she'd had her suspicions, yes, but hearing his voice cinched it.]

Spider-man. That's what you call yourself? [Her gaze goes to what he's hanging from once more. Her lips quirk faintly.] You're taking the theme all the way, are you?