Ava Sharpe. [ She tries the name on, brow furrowing. It's not familiar, doesn't hold much weight. But apparently, this woman was important to her, in another life. Really important. ]

I fell for a suit? [ She cocks a brow skeptically, resting her chin in her hand. ]

Your nemesis... stole your life. They really do make them differently in Central City, don't they?