Zoe didn't say anything at first. Instead, she moved around him to put the water on for tea. She always suspected that she would give up the Bat when/if Bruce Wayne ever decided to come back to it. Yet, she felt a hint of anger, that she was being asked to step down perhaps. She finally found a purpose, and now she had to give it up, apparently.
Rather than answer, she continued putting together tea. She opened a small refrigerator to pull out a box. Yes, this was how she dealt with the stress. It was this or hit something. The Amazon wasn't going to hit him; she knew how he well he could fight after all.
"My part in this." Her jaw tightened before she turned to look at him. Her hands rested at her sides. "I may not have been born for this, but I am good at it." She put more than her share of criminals in jail. But, as she said before, the City had a way of not keeping them where they should be. She wasn't begging; she was stating a fact as far as she was concerned.
"You don't know the City. You'll need my help. As well as others like ..." She couldn't say "me" because she was nothing like the furry blue Beast or the deadly screaming Black Canary. She wasn't even like Bruce Wayne. She'd never had to hide behind a mask or a name, not normally anyway.