[Hayley shrugged, finally straightening and sitting still for the moment to look over at him. It seemed obvious, but if he wanted an outline, she was happy to provide him with one.] "What happened after I bandaged you up, how you got the rest of the cuts, what happened to your friends, how you're recovering, why you hate Roman so much, maybe some of the history there.. or, you know, why I caught a glimpse of you wearing fingerless gloves and looking like a rebel without a cause with a bunch of mafiosos when I flicked through that Black Mask comic. Whatever you want."

[She flashed him an exaggerated smile, a mixture between sarcasm and lighthearted teasing.]