The phone rang in her ear five times before he finally picked it up.

"Hello?" His voice was cautious, concerned.

Hers was mixed with laughter. "You really got them good, didn't you, Vanny?"

"What? Who is this? How did you get this number?"

"Oh, you know me." She patted the top of the payphone, as if it were a loyal pet. "I just pick a few numbers that seem like they'll give me the person I want on the other end."

There was a heavy sigh in her ear. "Stats. What do you want?"

"Just to congratulate you on a job well done. I was just wandering through the Hope City Art Museum when it occurred to me, if I were to steal all the paintings in the building - and you know I could - I wouldn't be able to make a dime off of any of it. Any fence worth their salt would know they were all fakes. You are quite the prolific fan artist!"

"I'm not just some fan artist!" Yeah, she'd known that would get on his nerves. "My work is far superior to the originals!"

"Well, those idiots at the museum can't tell the difference between your 'far superior' work and the originals you stole."

"What do you want?!"

"Is it really so hard to believe that I just want to chat with a colleague?"

"Yes!"

"Hm." Stats tugged at her headband. It was so strange to talk like Stats while she was dressed as Ava, but VanGogh couldn't see her, and no one outside of the phone booth could hear her. "You'll spend the rest of the week wondering and suspicious no matter what I say next, so I'll just leave it at that. Goodbye!"

"Stats, you-"

She hung up the phone, gave her reflection in the glass of the booth a little wink, and continued on her way.