Rolling her eyes playfully, Lynne shook her head. "Oh, no, you make a fantastic Batman, Matty. Sexiest one since Christian Bale," she teased. Still appropriately smug, that's at least familiar, she thought with a smirk as she took another drink.
"Ah, you just can't see mine. My back is all torn up from glass and I have stitches in my hip from a hunk of glass that got stuck," she replied. "But all in all, I think I came out all right. I have a feeling there was probably worse things. I'm just glad..." her voice trailed off. That none of them happened to you, she thought. "That I didn't see anything like that," she said, instead.