Just exactly how was she was going to explain herself? Until now, Betty hadn't had to explain a damn thing, not while there were worlds to be explored and adventures to be had. There was a perk to being dead to society; Betty could live with abandon, live on her own terms, with her own agency, and there wasn't a single person she had to answer to. She stepped out into the cool, damp air and slipped her hands in her back pockets, knowing at least that any explanation she gave Bruce wouldn't be good for that "milk allergy". Betty turned around to face him.
"I don't know if calling would've been better or worse," she said against the city ruckus. Her lips turned up in a small, bantering smile.