She's nervous now — who wouldn't be? — but she's learned how to school her fear into something a little easier to manipulate: angry frustration that borders on determination. Her jaw juts a little, almost defiant.

"Yeah, well. Beneath the city was a big beautiful mystery to everyone else. And if you're a nosy asshole who wants to know what's under the surface of a mystery, you scratch that surface everywhere until something gives... Besides, you're under here, too, aren't you? I'm betting at some point, you didn't know how to get down here, either. And lo and behold, nobody shot dead you when you showed up."

Ziggy looks over his mask now, brow furrowed. She stands firm, arms folded, but she's ready to use the hidden jetpack at any moment if necessary. (... Also, recording this entire situation as well - just noting for posterity, she figures, in case she croaks and needs one final deed done in sending Moments Before Disaster to her team.)

"... Are you supposed to be part of the Fables? I thought you didn't care about that revolution shit." A pause, and she swallows, steadies her nerve. "And I didn't know people like the Hare or the Fox was into killing 'nice kids'. Unless you're genuine about the whole 'fuck the revolution' angle."