Windy looked over to the smoldering ruins of the shed, half wishing she could investigate with the police to figure out which chemical substances had been used in the volatile blast. She had suspicions. Her attention was brought back to where she stood as Bruce Wayne addressed her, and explained the internship opening up.<br/><br/>"Aye, tha' 'uld be Lucius Fox. Doin' day t' day business for ye, if I am nae mistaken." She smiled, blushing slightly as she shook hands with the multibillionaire. "Nae t' sound ungrateful' an' forgive the naivety, but it's surprisin' ye be huntin' for a Chemical Forensics major. I was ha' expectin' t' be approached by th' commissioner, there." She pointed to Gordon in conversation with Detective Harvey Bullock, who looked almost like he was eating his cigar, he was chomping on it so hard.<br/><br/>"She means she'd be delighted to be the intern." Harrington smirked. "But at the same time she has a point. Teasdale, MacEnroe here, and Marisnick were the candidates interviewed by Fox. What's going on you guys want glorified Chemist detectives, Mr. Wayne?"<br/><br/>"For the love of th' heather on the brae! O' course! Nitroglycerine!" Windy groaned, slapping her forehead, "Ye sure I deserved tha' A-?" she asked the chemist professor nearby, who only nodded with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Bullock heard the remark, as did Gordon. As the Commissioner barked orders to verify that from his forensic team, Bullock made a beeline for them.