"How the hell have you not gotten yourself killed?" She asked, slightly bemused in spite of the situation. She shook her head and pushed strands of dirty hair out of her face. They were, the both of them, covered in a thin layer of grime. "If we're homeless, we're not going to be moving in with Bruce, are we?" She didn't sound too happy with that. It surprised Carrie how much the idea of living in Wayne Manor put her off.
She followed Dick, watching him silently for a few minutes. "You realize you're going to sleep for a while before you head back out, right?"