[Less looking for it purposely and more unable to ignore it when she stumbles upon it. Or is within earshot. Or feels in her bones that something suspicious is happening somewhere in her vicinity. The nighttime hero life is more Batman's area of expertise, but she's found her own little niche here.
When given the go-ahead, she crouches for a moment to fist her hand in the back of the thug's shirt. When she stands, she lifts him with her as if he weighs nothing at all. Thanks to her height, she only has to angle her arm a little bit to get his feet off the ground. When he groans, waking, she gently pats his cheek with her free hand, her voice firm as she speaks.]
Wake up.
[And once she can tell he is, she turns her wrist, stepping forward to press his front against the brick wall, still holding him aloft. She doesn't seemed bothered by the whimper he chokes out.]
We have some questions.
[Finally she looks to her companion, gesturing for him to ask what he wants. Holding a full grown man with one arm doesn't seem to bother her in the least.]
no subject
When given the go-ahead, she crouches for a moment to fist her hand in the back of the thug's shirt. When she stands, she lifts him with her as if he weighs nothing at all. Thanks to her height, she only has to angle her arm a little bit to get his feet off the ground. When he groans, waking, she gently pats his cheek with her free hand, her voice firm as she speaks.]
Wake up.
[And once she can tell he is, she turns her wrist, stepping forward to press his front against the brick wall, still holding him aloft. She doesn't seemed bothered by the whimper he chokes out.]
We have some questions.
[Finally she looks to her companion, gesturing for him to ask what he wants. Holding a full grown man with one arm doesn't seem to bother her in the least.]