Dinah had woken sore and tired, though she did not let that stop her from completing her workout regiment before showering and heading out for coffee and breakfast. She then went shopping for more fishnets--lots more if she was going to end up scrapping with either Nightwing, the entire Justice League or the villain himself--and other paraphernalia that she might need during her mission before returning to the dingy motel. She dressed in her crime fighting gear and applied her makeup before taking a seat at the table with her notes and laptop.<br/><br/>She was calmly working on her case when her window was pushed open and the hunk from the night before darkened her "door". Her notes were in front of her and her laptop was open, screen facing her. A cup of half-drunk coffee was close to her paperwork and a small saucer with some crumbs on it was further north of her torso. It was clear she had been at this table for hours.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Good evening,"</span>the Canary purred, her voice throaty. She said nothing else, waiting for him to proceed. She'd read enough body language to know that Nightwing was on guard--from her or someone else was hard to tell. Either way, he wasn't necessarily "friendly" at the moment, which meant she needed to remain alert as well. She was at a fighting disadvantage because she was sitting, but her training had taught her how to overcome any position and so she'd make do if she had to. But until he acted, she'd remain neutral until he either stated his side, or attacked her.