The sadness she can see in his eyes makes her hackles rise. It's at least more subtle now than when she was a kid, but her back still straightens, expression closing just a little. It's too easy for her to read pity in too many faces: Selina's spent a lifetime guarding against it.

It makes her laugh a little sharper when he answers, but at least she still laughs.

"Seriously? I guess he got lucky, here." She remembers a party she worked, remembers seeing Alfred talking to Lee before things went bad. Maybe that led somewhere, in this universe. "You said a clinic - she never worked for the GCPD, then?"