Matt. [She says his name with a relieved breath. She's still kind of unhappy, but she can blame this on Levkin and his grudge. She keeps working at the handcuffs with the paperclip, grumbling about how TV has lied to her, goddammit. There's a reason, she figures, why stuff like this is usually left to the professionals.

All of which are currently otherwise engaged.]

Yeah, that's sort of what happens when you broadcast your secret identity and all your weaknesses along with them. Even your girlfriend's archenemies want a go at you. [She'll be excited about having her very own rogues gallery later. Much later. When Levkin's rotting in jail again and things are okay again.] How does it feel being the damsel in distress for once?