Steph huffs out a laugh, a little rueful, but there's some genuine amusement at the comment, particularly when she thinks about the world she comes from. It hadn't take her long to figure out that not everyone came from worlds with heroes and villains who could be so easily marked out by their bright costumes.

She leans her shoulder against the wall, facing Ellie, taking a bite of her own Thing On A Stick as Ellie talks, and swallowing before she answers.

"I think things have never been black and white. I mean - even when I was little, I knew criminals were supposed to be the bad guys, cops the good guys, but when the cops are the one roughing up your parents, threatening your mom because she's an accessory, it's hard to remember who the good guys are," She sighs, looking up briefly, as if there might be answers in the sky.

"I just want to help people," Her voice is quiet, and there's almost painful honesty in there, maybe a little desperation; ever since she got past her desire for revenge, all she's ever wanted was to help, "But sometimes that's not enough. Sometimes that makes things worse."

Sometimes it gets hundreds of people killed in a gang war, and she rubs her shoulder absently, where the shard of glass and then the bullet went in, as she thinks of that. She can only manage a small smile for the comment about hot food.