Windy nodded with an approving hum at each clue spoken out. That was exactly how she saw it, too. She winced, groaning at the pun again being spoken aloud. The floor, windows and teller station in direct line with the vault wasn't clean. It was a mess. Covered in the fine grains of about 60 loads of laundry detergent. "Aye. Since yer sayin' it was indeed a vacuum, it goes t' figure industrial strength."<br/><br/>Windy blinked at the mention of the Puzzler. "Uhhhh?" She looked completely lost. "Ye weren't whistlin' a highland ditty when ye was stumped a'first! He's nae one o' yer regular rogues... Fact is... He's Superman's! Wha's he doin' in Gotham?!" Still no return of the Irish lilt. It would seem that keeping Windy off balance would be the only way to keep the<i>Irish</i>singsong out of her Scottish dialect.<br/><br/>She nodded in agreement, but since she didn't know the way to the cave to begin with, she gave Batman a puzzled look. "Aye, I<i>could</i>meet ye a' th' batcave... If I knew where it was." She then looked over to him as she got in and fastened her seatbelt. "House rules?" She knew that talk would come eventually, unless there were things about the case Batman... Bruce... Didn't understand; but then, there were things about it SHE didn't understand, either.