Yes. Her hair. He likes it like it is, perfectly neat and orderly. It is not going to maintain its style by the time they make it the few blocks they need to the bridge. Oh sure he can warn her about the mobsters and the gunfire and the obvious danger, but he's done that already. This is a terrible plan but apparently it was going to happen and they were going to have to figure it out as they went.

He considers demanding she start wearing bulletproof armor if she intends to sit in on anything else, but he doesn't have time. Neither of them do. She steps closer and he puts an arm around her, waiting for her arms around his neck. "Just hold on, I won't let you go." A quick warning, before the zip of the web slinging out and then them lifting off the roof into the air.