[That's the secret, Ralph: she's always on-duty. Even when she's off-duty. Today's her day off, actually, but given that she tends to dress in dark clothes and always looks like Serious Business Is Afoot, it is hard to tell. Her cruiser is folded up and slung on one shoulder, mostly because the market's a bit crowded today and mowing people down is generally frowned upon. On- or off-duty, lunchtime is to be taken seriously, and today is no exception. She's bought herself a sandwich and a bag of Cheetos, a bottle of water tucked into the crook of her elbow as she turns to look for a place to consume the foodstuffs.

[Her view seems to be blocked by a large pair of overalls, however, and she glances up with a tolerant half-grin as Ralph greets her cheerfully.]

The ne'er-do-wells are always scuttling, Wreck-It, but I figure even villains have to eat. I just have to hope our lunch schedules are synchronized. [Nothing sucks more than having your lunch break interrupted by hooligans, after all. She sort of jerks her chin to silently invite him to walk with her as she heads for a low brick wall nearby, hoping to sit and grab a bite or two of that sandwich.] Keeping your nose mostly clean? I haven't been called about any buildings falling down, so that's good, at least.