She listened intently, cradling her mug of coffee in her hands and leaning back against the booth, eyebrows furrowed with worry. She chewed on her lower lip, sipping the warm liquid a moment later as she tried to discern where he was going with all of this. And when he told her about Pestilence, she suddenly understood.
But understanding didn't make it any less troubling.
"Bruce told me about Pestilence," she admitted, drawing in a breath. She wasn't sure if she would have been any real assistance in the fight against the horseman or not, even if she had been there. But Bruce hadn't filled her in on what Dick had gone through, or what he'd done.
"I'll do some research." She paused, realizing she didn't have her library of books to consult in this dimension. "Which might be tricky." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning forward again. "Has there been any kind of consistent time frame between the horsemen?" she questioned.