She closes her just a moment. She has a very hard time trying to hate him while he's in the room. No one has the right to look that graceful and handsome with three days of beard scruff and soaking wet. Her seated position also
always gives her the greatest view of...

She inwardly sighs and switches to her detective sense. It doesn't help. He's moving like he's tired and probably has a sore shoulder. His uniform has blood on various parts of it, meaning he hasn't been somewhere to clean it up. Alfred obviously hasn't found him, meaning there hasn't been a check-in with Bruce. No real shock.

"I see that." Her hands move to the small thing struggling in his grip. They end up covering his instead. "Let's get her something to eat. With her being this young, she probably won't be eating solid food."

"How long have you been out there?"