Windy had finished her song and shower at the same time. She had used one of her longer favorites, that timed out at exactly twelve minutes, and heard the footsteps and door slam farther down the hall. She came out in her nightgown and called down the hall, "Dinnae mean anything mean by m' remark downstairs, Mr. Wayne... See ye at 7:15 for breakfast." Her door closing sounded almost as embarrassed as her apology.<br/><br/>How Windy got by on only three hours of sleep would have been strange and confusing to anyone who didn't know her superhero secret or her tenacity towards hard work. She came down dressed in a long blue dress that bordered on princess ballgown and was most likely her prom dress, but now was regulated to being a first day/interview one, being one of her few good ones. "Top o' th' mornin' t' ye, Alfred!" She practically sang; her Irish lilt back in her dialect.<br/><br/>"Good Morning, Miss Windy. I trust you slept well?"<br/><br/>"Aye... Amazin' wha' three hours o' sound sleep c'n do!" She beamed, she noticed breakfast already out, an egg, sausage, bacon, potato casserole fit for a farmer's morning... Or a young superhero about to start her civilian job. She thanked him before sitting to wait, not checking if Bruce was already at the head.