She didn't take offence when he declined her offer, knowing full well that the night was young and had only begun for Nightwing. He was most definitely still on duty. She nodded in acceptance at his reply and turned towards the bathroom door to exit it, walking past the other hero. Reaching into the mini fridge, Dinah poured out a small bottle of cheap vodka into a semi clean tumbler and took her first sip.<br/><br/>She arched an eyebrow at Nightwing's warning, careful to keep the rest of her face neutral. He was right m, of course, but she was Blck Canary, a member of the Justice League who fought superhumans, mutants and aliens on the regular.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I will be," </span>was her reply nonetheless before she shifted her stance and leaned her round derrière against the cheap chest of drawers.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I'm only here to follow a lead and I promise I'll be gone once I find it. I'll be careful while doing it,"</span>she promised with a gentle smirk before taking another sip of her alcohol.<br/><br/>At his last statement, Black Canary saw the opening she needed and took it without much hesitation. She did allow interest to creep into her features though before replying.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I can use help if you're willing to offer it though. You definitely possess skills I don't," </span>she reasoned,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "and you know your city better than any other... hero." </span>It may have sounded like simple flattery, but Dinah wasn't just spouting nonsense to stroke his ego. She meant it; he would make a good partner for this mission.