Windy nodded politely, "An' a top o' th' mornin' t' ye as well!" She began eating once he sat but couldn't help noticing his occasional glances at her choice of wear. She smiled sheepishly, blushing, and clearing her throat. The mention of a change of clothes actually caused her to drop her fork on the plate with a clatter and choke on her coffee. "Beg pardon?? First day, meet an' greets, introductions an' tour won't be all day?? Ach... I'll go pack a change in me backpack, post haste...!" She didn't get up from her place, before being seated back, firmly, by Alfred. His look was enough. She'd seen it on her father plenty of times. "On second tho't, I'll be finishin' breakfast wi' ye, Mr. Wayne..." She would continue to steal occasional glances at him, seeing if he was checking her out. Her backpack would be waiting at the front door for her... Just like if she was still at home.