Windy listened quietly to the rules being lax in her opinion. Adult or not, she was still a guest of Wayne Manor, and as one, expected at least a curfew when she wasn't Velocity and with Batman. The slight frown of<i>no</i>curfew may or may not have been caught.<br/><br/>"Jus' one... As your Forensics intern a' Wayne Corp, whom do I shadow an' what are we, your techs there, investigatin'? Fer a heads up come mornin'? And pleasure, Alfred, thank ye kindly." She watched all the twists and turns Batman made, and registered them in the back of her head. Although her mind wasn't ideally eidetic, it would still click in.<br/><br/>"Aye, as I thought, too. It's nae yer floral villains either. Louie woulda used the attar o' real lavender, an' Ivy wouldnae be caught dead using such environmentally unfriendly chemicals. I e'en use Purex liquid t' wash my clothes." She took a deep breath. "Shoulda known it was him, though. Ye prolly noticed the clue, too. Three minutes... Dinnae he like t' work in threes? Or am I thinkin' o' someone else?"<br/><br/>Apparently keeping Windy off balance was the key to hinding her Irish<i>lilt</i>, but a bit of her Irish was appearing on her ruddy face as she struggled with the puzzle before them. "Ye hae problems wi' Strange before, releasin' inmates too early?"