Cissie gives an unladylike snort and spreads her hands in a shrug. “Yeah, I guess. But I can think of a few people who would care even if they were dead. I mean, care about keeping their IDs secret, regardless. Like—Superboy. There was the big, public funeral and then a private family and friends funeral, but the friends were just masked friends, and retired masks weren’t invited.” She clasps her hands together between her knees, and gives Steph an awkward smile. “...Young Justice was my team. A long time ago. I was Arrowette.”