She eats a bite of the pastry as she listens, nodding in agreement about things being too busy here, "Even if there wasn't so much going on, there's nowhere you can really go. Unless there's a secret day spa out in the fog." If only.

That gets a small laugh, just because other things has come to mean a lot in the last few weeks, but rather than saying that she shrugs with one shoulder, "You have to be, in Gotham. You either learn to move quick or you learn to take a beating." Saying that doesn't seem to affect her mood much; maybe she should worry that it doesn't. It's not that she's jaded, she just doesn't want to let it upset her.