"Jason Todd, proprietor of Descendant. Red Hood, crime lord. But only a few know they're one and the same." That's her best guess, at least. "Not that you need my validation, obviously, but this is like a totally brilliant operation. I'm guessing you don't act on every piece of criminal activity that's discussed here, since it would be a conflict of interest with some of what you do, and also tip your hand about this place being what it secretly is?" This is something she may not have put together on her own in the before-coma-times, but training with Uncle Jake and the Crows had taught her a thing or two about surveillance. When she was paying attention, anyway.

She swirls the ice around in the cocktail's highball glass thoughtfully. It's a Bat Bird-run business, she thinks. God only knows how Dick's going to react when he realizes she's here. And hadn't Jason said something about a Batman...? That's going to be another bridge to blow up when she comes across it. Hi-Bruce-you-may-not-know-Flamebird-but-surely-you-recognize-your-younger-cousin-Bette?

But if time here the last few days has taught her anything, it's that she needs a place to ground her, a place to tie her to people in some way. It's not like she can pick up the phone and call one of her girlfriends or a spa day or something, not here. They don't exist.

"So, Jay. What are the chances that Descendant is hiring? Because I'd like in."