It was dark out and late, so because she'd promised not to work into the night, she wasn't. But Max did happen to be at the desk waiting, rather impatiently, for files to transfer from her laptop over to the desk's main computer when she saw the blonde girl heading out into the night. She'd decided very quickly that she did not like USB cords.
Either way, she saw the girl and her dog leaving the building and warning bells, unnecessary as they might have been, started going off in her head. Max watched them go for the door for a moment before shouting out behind them, "you know it's ten thirty, right?"
Once a Gothamite, always a Gothamite, Max supposed. She didn't go outside once the streetlights came on without a buddy, and she preferred that that buddy run around in spandex fighting crime in his spare time. Though, that was there, and this was here.