Selina just nods. The mean streak in her, the one that wants to say after your parents died, is quiet when her hackles aren't raised. Instead, she murmurs, "It's a whole new Gotham," and figures it's probably time to change the subject: this Gotham weirds her out, fascinates her at the same time, and she knows he won't like the idea of Gotham that she wants to settle into.

Crossing her legs, she lets her foot rest against his calf under the table. "Still just you and Alfie?"