[ Felicia was not the quest that Kassandra had to overcome tonight, but it may be in her favor to keep saying things that drip in familiarity and "friendliness". It helps pulls the tension down, unbricking the walls they all have from waking up in this kind of bullshit situation.

It takes a bit of shaking of cobwebs in her mind to replay Kassandra's words, how casual and yes, flirty they were. ]

I like seeing you over an awkward apology in my future.

[ Because, yeah, exes are rough even on good terms. Her hand smacks at her own face — as if trying to regain her own senses. It's hard to truly shake off the effects, she's sure in the distance she saw another Spider-Man zipping by on an unattached web — which was undoubtedly still illogical and stupid. A drag of her gloved digits down and she instead uses her palms to prop herself up into a self-depreciating slump. ]

I swore I saw him — hard to miss obnoxious red and leather onesies but... someone's playing mind-games. [ A beat. ] It was an ex. Lucky me, right? Guy always brings problems, but still pretty good for bringing answers too.

[ Felicia gets to her knees and finally to her feet, offering a hand. ]

You good to stand? I don't think I did more than slam you down.