Well, the wheelchair obviously hadn't done much. Babs laughed quietly before holding out her hand to greet him. "Don't worry. If hadn't been expecting that, we wouldn't be here right now," she said simply. "Barbara Gordon. It's good to meet you." She left out, 'in person'. That he hadn't been fooled had been acknowledged and she wouldn't belabour the point."I'm glad you found the place."
Babs put her other hand on one of the wheels of the chair, navigating herself around to turn so that she was facing the plane. It was new and pristine-- probably the last time she would see it that way given that Zinda was going to be flying it. Even if it wasn't going to be combat like the last Aerie was, Babs was sure that Zinda would find some way to scratch it up.
"So this is her, The Aerie II," she said, before smiling. "Some women buy shoes or hit the sales racks when they're depressed. I impersonate foreign officials and buy jets and cloaking devices."