"You poke me with a needle to take my blood sugar and I will punch you, Wayne." She shot back without missing a beat. Both he and Alfred's hovering (particularly where her diet was concerned) was getting old fast; and it wasn't as though she wasn't a grown woman, capable of reading nutrition labels and keeping herself-- and the baby -- out of trouble. She'd survived for thirty-six years without their help, thank you very much, and she was more than capable of deciding what she did or did not want to ingest; despite Bruce's paranoia and Alfred's fatherly concern. But now wasn't the time to get into that. They still had several months ahead of them to get into that.
In spite of Bruce's analysis, Dinah kept her focus on Maria, carefully monitoring her reactions; disbelief, realization. She drank her fancy scotch like a shot and offered congratulations that she wasn't truly convinced of.
Sulky was one way of putting it. Fearful might have been what Dinah would have gone with-- though something lesser than that. Anxious, maybe. It reminded her of Roy; a fear of being abandoned and trying to put on a brave face.
Bruce went for bad cop with the joke; which meant it was up to Dinah to play good cop. She wouldn't bother trying to give Maria a thousand reasons why Bruce's joke, jibing though it was, was still true because Maria would never believe them-- because she was stubborn, as she'd proven time and time again.
Instead, she got up to fetch the bottle of scotch (Alfred was likely going to give her a stern talking to about even handling alcohol, she thought sourly), and refilled Maria's glass.
"Accidentally pregnant." Dinah pointed out, though it still felt odd to believe that such a thing was possible. "Which sucks because like ninety percent of my hobbies are strictly forbidden when you are your own plus one." Everything from drinking, to bleaching her hair, riding her motorcycle, building on her bike, and not to mention kicking asses up and down Infantino Street. If she had trouble adjusting to life in the Manor; it was only bound to be more difficult to adjust to life as a civilian-- and not even one that could still participate in all of her normal hobbies.
"Anyway; I need you to do me a favor. You know how to ride motorcycles, right?" She asked, seemingly absently, and went back to sit on the arm of Bruce's chair again-- though she left the bottle with Maria.