Kass turned to face him now, letting the skirt just above her knee-high combat boots twirl slightly at the sudden movement. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to smirk like the Cheshire Cat. Instead, she merely tilted her head, folding her fingers in front of her. "You are the Brain Doctor," she said simply, shrugging her shoulders. Her fingers twitched as they unclasped randomly, continuing on their trek for nearby tales for later recollection. No longer facing him, she watched the books carefully.
"Whether I need help is simply of your own theory--" she paused, chuckling silently to herself as she glanced over at him. Her eyes flicked to the side of his head. "Or his." She would have preferred The Scarecrow's theory on her being, as opposed to The Brain Doctor's.
He was rather biased on those that were not himself.