There was a brief pause from the cat burglar as someone else came into the fray, and Valerie froze, giving the newcomer a chance at explanation and not wanting to interrupt someone else's chance at telling the man off.  Her own feelings had been a little hurt by the word 'redeem,' even if she wasn't apt to say so to his face.<br/><br/>The moment the new woman cleared up her speech, Valerie's body went suddenly taught, pulling herself up and shifting her weight with a notable shove.  The tree responded in the weight by bending slightly, a gentle movement which could easily mistaken for the wind by those not paying enough attention to recognize the presence of a stealth artist in their midst.<br/><br/>The movement of the branch swung her up to some degree, and at the apex of the swing, she suddenly kicked against the branch, sending her over towards the trunk with a soft sway.  The trunk of the tree was far more capable of sustaining her full weight and force, propelling her over towards the fountain.<br/><br/>The tarnished bronze figure upon the top of the fountain was some man, likely very rich in his day and a patron of the park itself, a hand raised as if to point the way to the future.  Valerie's tumbling spiral let her grab onto that outstretched arm to slow her descent, swinging the rest of the way to the fountain to let herself land seated about ten feet from the sitting figure, her eyes watching him with concern.  If he wanted to talk to her, she would let him start off the conversation.