Fire glanced up when she was addressed. While everyone had settled into planning things out, she had gravitated off to the side, and had engrossed herself in the glossy print of a magazine about typically female issues. It was not precisely Cosmo, but a bird of the same feather. The woman chuckled lightly and easily. "Well, ah . . . the Flash promised me he would be here and that we would go out for dinner and dancing, so my role was to be wined and dined by a dashing man in red . . . but . . . it seems instead I am to be a jilted girl, stood up by the handsome devil who toyed with her heart and broke it." The woman said, shrugging perfectly shaped shoulders with a touch of disappointment. But from her manner, it was not entirely unexpected that the Flash did not show and just maybe she had exaggerated what the Flash had promised her.<br/><br/>"I could go to the docks with you, but if you are set on stealth . . . well, aren't I fairly conspicuous? My beauty is<em>infamous</em>." The Brazilian former model, superheroine, and Interpol agent said, using one hand to fluff her emerald hair.