"Sure. All that and a resumé, too." Not that she... expects her resumé of sidekick to a guy in a black cape to count for much in a world with no Gotham on the map, about a million years after Batman's time, but she's confident experience will speak for itself.

She moves through the door, because polite's polite and there's no reason to think he's going to pull out a dagger the instant her back's turned — but she does pause on the other side, twisted just far enough to indicate that the lead is for him to take, not her. Part instinct, part wariness.

"Gee, nice motive you got there." Sarcasm, sure, but it's true. She's starting to get a pretty firm idea that this is a guy she wants on her side, and if he's already found motivation to help out, then what's there to do but be glad for it? Well, and tag along, of course. She's so not missing any of this.