"Hell, Ms. Harvelle." Zoe took the hand offered, giving it a firm shake. There was no pain added, though she could probably have hurt the smaller blond. Zoe didn't smile, but at least she wasn't frowning.
"What about Wash?" Her eyes narrowed; Zoe had a feeling she knew what the woman had come to talk about. Before Jo could answer, the warrior woman's hand lifted to stop her from talking. "Come with me."
She motioned for Jo to follow and started toward the elevator. They weren't going to Zoe's real office, her headquarters, but instead to the small office she used on occasion. Zoe could actually use almost any office she wanted in the building, but she wouldn't. She didn't like making things hard for any of the other workers in the Wayne building.
Once they were in the elevator, Zoe turned to look at Jo. Her brow raised as she sized the other woman up. "How exactly do you know Wash?"