Hearing the male next to her Aurora turned her head, her eyes seeing nothing. Yet to the others, a faint glow was seen in the eyes of her mask as though fogged over. "And a game" in truth it was. It was not something to be taken lightly. Yet she could not help but feel the same thought pattern one would have in a game of chess. 
It was a game, a dangerous one that could get her killed. But a game non the less. Her cane in hand she held the ebony against her palm, tapping it once more to get a feel for where everything was. 

A female's voice behind her she kept her ears keen. Same age, a bike? Some kind of engine was out there. Carefully she turned her head, hearing the words of one of the last new vigilantes, they would need money for a team? You needed money for anything but for a. "A team? Will this be like the others? Glorified police work on am iron chain?" She couldn't help but ask. Shes seen hero's become toys, measly puppets that could not take a single breath unless their commanding officer said they could.
And that was just not her, she would never bow her head in submission.