"No, I have..." Damian turned to look at the edge of the rooftop, "had," he amended, "food." The wrap was trampled, a casualty of the fight but Damian hoped the micro recorder had fared better. There'd be plenty of time to check on it later.
He gave the barest of nods when she complimented him. It wasn't as if Damian was about to thank her for acknowledging the truth of the matter. He would admit that this girl was more observant than most of the Gothamites he'd met so far.
"Most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but you can." He gestured towards all the fallen bodies, then tilted his head to one side. It was a leading statement. The girl had been cooperative enough so far.