That's nice to see, someone understanding where she's coming from when it comes to being frustrated with the everyday life that Paradisa provides. Sometimes exciting things happen, but it's once every two or three months here, she's used to two or three confrontations a night in Gotham.

"It's nice sometimes. Just... hard to adjust to." She shrugs, because it is something she's slowly getting used to. Her friends being safe more often than not is certainly a good trade for a little excitement, after all.

"Your friends? That's good, good to be stuck... with people you like." If you have to be stuck at all, anyway. "Is that why... you're out so late? Extra privacy, after close contact?"