"I would expect nothing less, but you don't exactly tell someone whose ice cream you stole that you stole the television of some people that were terrible, you know?"
"I am the more mobile of the two of us, best if it's close to where you can easily get."
She flies over tothe Museum of Natural History, and waits for Glam to show up. She reads about the various war-torn areas of the world, trying to decide which she would like to conquer.
"You know, I can't actually walk into the Museum without getting the Protectorate called on me and I'm sure we'd both rather avoid that."
"Just a bit. I'm outside of it on a bench near the entrance, if that is sufficiently not-in-the-Museum to keep the Protectorate off of you?"
"How about flying above it? I'm standing on a floating thing the same color as the sky so it's hard to see me from below."
"Hi."
"So, as I was saying, the fact that I steal TVs from terrible people isn't what justifies stealing the ice cream."
"No, but the people whose ice cream you stole might just think 'I do not want to work with someone who steals indiscriminately from good guys and bad guys alike.' Which, while the damage to one group does not compare to the other... Technically, it is true that you have damaged both."
"Yeah, but they are willing to look past that when it counts and when I'm most helpful." They shrug.
"... But they don't seek you out. Or particularly want to work with you. They will put up with you in an emergency. That's not as bad as it could be, but it's not good."
"Yes, but I guarantee the PRT doesn't, and Legend thinks you have terrible judgement."
"Well, one, Legend doesn't know what he's talking about, and two, I really really don't wanna be arrested."
"If you're over eighteen, lie and say you're seventeen, join the Wards for under a year, and then you're home free. Flee the country, go do good in Europe somewhere or something. Change your costume, voice, and cape name, and pretend you're someone else entirely. Tweaking their nose doesn't actually help you not get arrested."