Surprised is putting it lightly, though habit-- even amongst the unfamiliar-- keeps Chloe Frazer perpetually on her toes. Habit and cynicism, really. She expects to cross paths with others on the job, all sorts, some familiar and some not in slightly skewed percentages, but Kate Bishop? Might as well start buying into the idea of opening a four thousand year old tomb only to find Donald Trump with his fingers wrapped around the jade heron.

Long and short being that no, there's no being on point when she closes in and spots someone else already five (or five thousand, more accurately) steps ahead of her. Chloe's easy stride is replaced with a sprint: defender in hand and honed in on the thin line keeping her distant, unknown competition suspended. Nothing personal.

Nothing much personal, at least.