“Of course, it doesn’t look too different from other great cities, such as New York.” She figured afterwards that his question wasn’t the kind you actually answered. When the man said that he was friends with Bruce, a small smile formed on her lips. The fact that Bruce even had any friends outside of Alfred, the League and his Batfamily was news to her. “Oh no, we are – what’s the word? Besties,” there was a big grin on her face as she spoke. “I just wanted to show off my good side with all of those cameras pointed at me. So, as a friend of Bruce’s, I take it you were there as well?”
A low chuckle escaped Rick, neither loud or forced, “No amount of clean up could remove this shit stain.” Perhaps the idiom would be lost to this woman. Negative topics weren’t so popular, though Flag’s thoughts frequently were pessimistic he didn’t push his unpleasant opinion further. “Besties. ‘didn’t realize a beverage to the face was the modern bonding practice. ‘another trend inspired by Beyonce, I presume?” Rick hummed with a quirked brow. “I’d hate to see your bad side..” With a nod he replied, “Yes, I was there. More for business than pleasure… but it’s all just about keeping up appearances ‘round here. Isn’t it?”