[ a girl? his ears twitch with the sound again, this time of her voice, and he drops his hand from his baton with the slight tone of what he can catch as fear (perhaps) underneath it.

instead chat raises both hands up to chest level as a show of his complete lack of intent in the "hurting her" department, though he's unsure if she can see the act from where she's looking. he's stopped trying to look for her, given her fear. understandable, really, that she'd be wary in a situation like this. especially when he considers that the newer people have been trickling in... ]

Paris's own Chat Noir, Miss. Er—but you probably don't know where that is.

[ he's aware from the start that the details are pretty much unnecessary, as he's not sure how much they mean to her, but he's trying to fill the silence to help with her nerves. ]

I'm a superhero, if that means anything. Can I ask your name too?