She lets it go rather than pointing out that for all the freaky shit back home, aliens weren't among them; five years has been enough to make it clear that this is home, now, and everything from before has been relegated to memory.

It hasn't been so bad: she already had to do it with her mother.

Leaning forward, one elbow on the table, chin propped in her hand, she gives him a lopsided smile. "Never made it to Miami. Thought I'd see if there were any Falcones down there." It had been a passing thought at best, and she'd made it to Baltimore before bailing on the plan. Selina's loyalties had never been tied to the don - hell, she'd helped Fish try to kill him.

She's past hitching her cart to whatever rising criminal star comes up on Gotham.

"Gotham's got something nowhere else does, though."