[ The direction of his voice. The weight of his hand that was on her shoulder. How it lifted when it was moved away. It's enough for someone as perceptive as Felicia to make an educated guess.

As he asks her name, Felicia lifts her hand and lays it down on his unseen shoulder, then gently brushes at it, as if she could see some speck of dust that isn't there. ]

Felicia Hardy. I'm also called Black Cat, but Felicia will do.

[ Her identity is no secret to the world back home, so no sense in keeping it a secret here. ]

So, Jonathan Crane, are you good at anything other than being invisible?