"Hmph." She dug into her eggs, surprised at how good a nice hot meal that wasn't either dripping in sea water or grease could be. She took a sip from her milk and looked up at him over the rim. Setting the glass down, she wondered what it was like to be in Gotham alone, out of water and away from friends. She wouldn't have that problem - Arthur was here - but what was it like for him, here? Probably lonely. From what she could see Gotham wasn't exactly the city of brotherly love.
She pushed her eggs around on her plate, before offering the fork to him. "Want some? They're good."