She hovers there, up on the ladder, frowning. It's clear there's some internal debate going on--it's a thoughtful frown on her face, weighing options, not the this guy's nuts, I'm not doing that sort of frown.

Except that she is not doing that, because as much as making that drop is a thang for her, it feels worse to take advantage of someone's indulgence by flattening them in a side alley. But she can't stay on the ladder. But she can't just aim for Bruce and hope for the best, either.

"Okay, so. I will aim for you, but there's something I can try to do so it's not me coming down full weight on your head, but... are you, like. Freaked out by displays of superhuman ability? And an attendant lack of full mastery therein?"

Pause.

"It won't kill you or anything."