"I'm a natural night owl," she called over her shoulder, she pulled the plates - paper since she hadn't really had the time to get anything else - from the cabinet as well as some plastic cups which she filled with the wine. IF he wanted what she was having? And she didn't have anything stronger, it would have to do. She needed to make a mental note to pick up some vodka or whiskey. Something stronger. It was entirely possible that she would need it in the future. Barbara carefully wheeled back to the table and placed the items down. "Sorry I don't have anything stronger... I haven't exactly had the chance to find a liquor store. Someone else picked this up for me." She wheeled away, grabbing her laptop before coming back.
"I don't blame you for slip up, you've had one hell of a night," She frowned at it... Kids. You never messed with kids. Only the really psychopaths did. She settled the computer back at the table and sighed. "Cases where kids are involved..." She swallowed. "They're always the hardest. It doesn't matter whether you're chasing villians or vampires." No child deserved to die like that. "The police have labeled it a homicide, but," she shook her head looking at the computer, "you didn't come here for a talk on the events." It was pretty clear. Pizza, his body language. He'd seen enough that night. He didn't need anymore. She moved to minimize the window she had open. she had been working on that and the algorhythm that night. Hacking the satelite was tougher without the resources but she could do it. Always.
"I was just doing what I could on my end," She frowned. "Not like I can go out and run after that bitch," she frowned. "Wouldn't know what to do if I caught her." She handed him a plate, hastily trying to change the subject. If he wanted to talk about it she'd listen. It was what she did. "So what did you get?"