Something told her the Batman thing was sensitive. Which for some reason made Deina want to give the girl shit about it. "I assume the ride in the Batmobile ain't all that after all," she found herself grinning.
Raising an eyebrow, "That can't be right... considering I just... left the base?" But that wasn't the weirdest part of the conversation. A husband? The idea made her want to laugh out loud.
Holding up her left hand she showed a lack of a ring, "Husband? What man in his right mind would tangle himself up in me. Forever at that. Must be one crazed dude."
"And I'll claim the porn fetish. The chicken one? Not so much."