Windy's mind had been pretty much on overdrive since she had the bank issue, her Insta-crush on Bruce, needing a new hero suit, trying to take in the scope of the vastness of her new lab (not to mention how orderly it was), being an intern in Wayne Enterprises R&D... The face, no, not at first... But when Crystal spoke, it was plain that despite everything in the last 24 hours... Including graduating... It all took a backseat to recognition and regret.<br/><br/>Blushing and lowering her gaze, as well as her hand, she sighed. "Ach. Nae a bit... Too much processin' in last day. Ye know how that is... It's said ye c'n only think o' seven things at a time.  Personally... Think they missed it by three. Four things and me mind's blown. How ye been, Chrissy? Ye tol' me nae t' text til ye were settled in here... Ne'er got a text when ye were ready."<br/><br/>Those feelings from high school were still there. There was no animosity in her version of 'you never call, you never write'... Not even hurt. Just disappointment. Clearing her throat she nodded about the dress. "M sorry yer name an' face dinnae register a' first. Especially since I keep tha' picture on me nightstand. So... Where do I change?" She held up her backpack.