"You too." Their grips match, more or less, casually firm. Her dad always told her you could tell a lot about a man from his handshake. It's something she remembers when she wants to be seen a certain way, or when she wants to get a read on someone.

And, really, she always is.

"Basically. I'm used to knowing my city like the back of my hand. Figured I'd get to work on that." Her mouth tightens, slightly. Baedal isn't her city; she's leaving as soon as she can figure out how.

But then, she was leaving Gotham, too.