Windy nodded as she accepted who she was to shadow. The same guy who had interviewed her meant she had already met all the people she needed before even getting the job. That was definitely a boon.<br/><br/>She hopped out of the Batmobile and graciously accepted the water. She had been so addled the last several minutes the lilt was still missing as she addressed Alfred. "Pleasure, Alfred. Than-key." Pure Scot.<br/><br/>She took a sip as she made her way to where Bruce was, and gave an eyebrow raised half-smirk at the amended curfew. That was more like it. She nodded. "Aye. Eight. Understood."<br/><br/>Windy flinched slightly about the suit. She had all but given up on the upgrades<i>she</i>personally wanted to make as they were going to be too costly, and/or could damage the vintage racing firesuit all together. "Vitals? Ach..." she sank, head down. "Tis somethin' I had wanted, but I was told nae t' do as it'd damage th' fabric! Might be better t' make a new one wi' these specifics! This.... It was all I could wear that wunnae burn off that first six months... Cannae we jus' do that? Transfer the design t' one tha' can handle th' monitor?" She hated to part with this one, but if Batman wanted to keep tabs on her vitals, she didn't see an alternative.