"Well, if you ever find yourself in Gotham again, we should have a chat over coffee," Pamela replied with ease, but didn't actually mean a word of it. Tucking a red curl behind her ear, "It was good seeing you, Barbara. I'm sorry we can't chat more and oh, the time."
She glanced at her watch. Always a good excuse to leave in a hurry. Another smile and she then she was hurrying off.