She squeezed his hand firmly, the small computer chip passing from her own hand to his, before she relinquished the hold. Nostalgia wasn't going to help her with Bruce, that much he'd made clear, and she was more than happy to play his own game.
The information on the chip was sensitive, and she believed important, but it was in no way damaging to her. It would, however, be very damaging to certain individuals that Gotham's Dark Knight might be curious about. He had his resources, and she had her own. What Bruce did with it would be up to him.
"The feeling is mutual," she said placidly. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mister Wayne."