Re: Batman/Maria/Superman (or - After the longest car ride ever)
Maria couldn't help the arched eyebrows as Batman - Batman - went over and patted and soothed a little. Well, he was protective of his friend and all; she'd already known that from the argument and hoops needed to get this meeting in the first place.
She tried to put it out of her mind as he was even gracious enough to give her somewhere relatively private for the meeting, or at least with chairs and a table. "That will be quite sufficient, thank you," she said, the politeness coming from crisp formality as she stepped into her role as an investigator and responded to the uniform as a military officer.
That didn't make her any more used to being offered a seat first at an interrogation interview, and by the interviewee. She hid her confusion in pulling out the yet-unopened digital recorder. "I'd like to record this, for inclusion in our report," she told him even as she fought with the hard plastic packaging. With a muttered curse, she gave up and reached behind her coat for the knife - and this was what Rule Nine was for.
"We have studied video feeds from Metropolis, and we have conducted interviews of witnesses," she said. She'd committed as much of the report to memory as she could, but she'd focused on the general rather than the details for this particular interview. "What I'm interested in is what you saw and felt."