Yet, here she was, hunting down an assumed bad guy. And all because after her last two encounters, she felt a stupid need to prove that she wasn't helpless or useless.
"You're going to end up getting yourself killed, you twit," she muttered to herself as she leapt from one rooftop to another. "If I survive this bullshit, I have got to have a sitdown and work on this damned pride of mine."
Noir Songbird