She didn't answer really. She didn't know. How anyone could sleep through an explosion like that was a complete mystery to her. But she had always heard weirder stories of course. There were several people who had slept through the Scarecrow's attack on Gotham... she didn't know how but reports had come out and reached her all the way in Metropolis! It was just a very strange phenomemon in and of itself.
Barbara shook her head slightly. "No. And believe me I wish they did, but its too early to tell. The police are currently dealing with casualty lists, a squad from another department is sifting through the debris but anyone who was too close to the explosion is dead... several others need to be questioned but they're still unconscious," she paused, adding as a cover, "I heard one of the reporters talking about it," to cover the fact that she had investigated herself.
"I wouldn't worry about it all that much," she sighed. "There were a lot of people there sifting through debris to get them out after a while all civilians were pushed back behind the baracades once rescue crews arrived..." she didn't say anything about the fact that she'd been able to stay. She'd been working now for some time in the District. She was still seen as an urban legend but they knew better to question. Yes coming out during the day in costume hadn't been the smartest move but no one had seemed to take notice of her at all... which was probably for the best.
She couldn't help but smile slightly, taking her hand away from her forehead. "It's Barbara. Barbara Gordon, and no unless you can somehow get images out of a person's head or restore another persons' memory I doubt it," she was pretending to joke but she had a good instinct as to who'd caused this... "But it looks like I'm not going to be heading back to work today," she sighed. "They locked down the campus. No great loss. Id rather be working in my own library, screw the head librarian at the university," she grumbled to herself. She really disliked that woman.
She still had to try and find Sam though and she knew that a patrol would be in the cards tonight... she had to find him before Dean did something he regretted to his own brother... that wasn't going to be pretty. Find Sam, find Grayson... she felt like a bloodhound on days like this!