Dick watched over her shoulder as she brought up the different names and profiles, sifting through information. All people he was familiar with and could stand not to see again, although he wouldn't have much to do if they didn't exist. It was a catch 22 that way. He could have a perfect world or he could have this life. Not both.
"I don't mind tagging along," he informed them both. "If I have any policy it's that things go more smoothly, or at least less people die, if there are more of us working together." He shrugged at this, as if he expected no one could argue with that kind of sense.
At her question, he laughed softly. "Your dad is awesome and everything, but I always feel like I'm part of an interrogation around him. I know he doesn't mean to..." He smirked at her. "But maybe if you can find it in your heart to give me a night off, it could happen."