When she leaned forward to brush an errant leaf from her shirt, for a split second, it became obvious why her fashion decisions had changed-- though just a moment later, she stood straight again and pulled on the top of her shirt, making it blouse away from her body again. The action was absent, without thought, and Dinah smiled to take his hand, squeezing it lightly.
"Yeah. I gave them the address for the Foundation too." Maybe they'd be able to assist with something more long term than just a good night's sleep.
Dinah let Bruce lead her to the car, noting his sudden overprotectiveness, but didn't argue and got in. It was getting more and more difficult to drop down into these little cars, which she was incredibly disappointed about. But she wasn't giving them up until the last possible minute.
The photographer, for his part, seemed content to let them drive away with a few final shots-- but even so, he was already on his phone, with the hopes of having stumbled on a story much larger than the fluff piece he'd though he was getting...