He pushed up his glasses and gratefully took the papers from her. Tucking them under his arm, he glanced back toward the moving crowd which was, thankfully, thinning out. At the mention of her name, his attention was entirely back on her again. Barbara Gordon? Hadn't he spoken to someone by that name before?
Brow furrowing yet again, Clark looked at her cautiously before he opened his mouth and uncertainly said, "Oracle?"