He wouldn't have been able to see the raised eyebrow beneath her goggles, but this? This was his solution to the cold? How boring, Batman. She continued her approach nonetheless, coming to lean on the side of the roof––god bless people who put railings on their roofs, really, they were all kinds of useful––close to Batman. Within arms reach, easily.
"Oh, did you peek inside the presents? Naughty."
She appreciated the warmth, really; for a moment she almost closed her eyes to enjoy it. But it was one thing to pretend such trust; it was another thing entirely to actually close her eyes and relax in the presence of anyone. This specific anyone least of all. "Parties are boring––families are just about as boring. No, I prefer to be out, doing something," she paused, putting an elbow on the rail and examining the tiniest metal shine of the clawlike climbing pitons in her gloves, like a woman would survey her nails, "exciting."