Green was not late. She just needed to get out of there. After only a couple of steps, the super shouted after her. Oh, she definitely knew who Green was. Still, Green couldn't help herself.
"Right, you think I'm just going to stick around long enough for you to arrest me for something stupid?" Green turned back around, causing a wave of exclamations to wash through the ghosts. "Or let me guess. You need help because you decided to tangle with a villain too powerful for you." Green did a once-over of the woman. She looked absolutely terrible. For a second, Green felt a little bad for her. Something had happened, and it was probably no fun to feel like that. But this was a superhero. They had never tried to help people like her when they were dying, let alone hurt. She shouldn't help her either.
Ariane scoffed and winced at the pain it caused. Had she bruised a rib on top of breaking her wing? "I'm not going to arrest you. Not anymore, at least. And I don't fight villains like they do. Do you even recognize me?" She stopped for a moment after asking this and thought. Considering that Ariane's hands were completely covered in grime, her face was probably not much easier to match with that of her public persona. Angel Grant was nowhere to be found here. Ariane tried to stand, but couldn't push herself up past a crouch; the pain didn't even bother her, but it had drained all of her energy. She sat back down in defeat and glared up at Medium Girl.
(You're good! And just letting you know, I'm visiting family next week, so I'll probably be replying slowly, if at all.)
"Oh, I see. You were going to arrest me. What changed your mind?" Green crossed her arms and smirked. "Is it because you aren't able to?" At the woman's question, Green stepped back slightly and inspected her closely. She didn't look very familiar. If not for the wings, she might have just looked like an ordinary person. "No, I don't. Who are you? It's a bold claim to be a superhero and not fight villains in the most destructive way possible. To us, that is. For you, I bet it doesn't cost you a penny. You can just spout some nonsense about protecting the greater good and pretend a building full of 'disposable' people is a loss you can accept." Her words were sharp and venomous, full of anger. If she had a superhero in front of her that couldn't do anything to her, she might as well let them know what she thought of them. The ghosts had started swirling around her, and some had started looking more like people. Apparently, they were really worried about her. That was sweet, and the least they could do considering how much trouble they caused.
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