Her sticks came out rather timely, because just as she drew them, a batarang stuck into the panel before her hand or stick reached it, hopefully pulling her attention from it back to him. He had his gloved hands up, smile still in place. "Whoa now. No need for that. We can... ohhhhh!" His smile went from charming to pleased. "A fellow escrima user? Someone who appreciates them?" Cause really, his 'brothers' liked to give him grief at times for them, and he didn't understand why. The things were terribly effective.
"Hey now, you showed me yours, I guess I have to show you mine." Still trying to keep her distracted from pulling the alarm. He used one hand to flick his off his back, the sticks flipping in an easy blur before coming to rest comfortably in his hands. "Not classic wood, I'm afraid. A pity, cause I like the sound of wood. Yours?" Yes, he was trying to distract and throw her off with the talk. He had been a Robin. They all knew how to yak at an opponent.