Beauty passed a queer little smile over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen and nodded. "Do you remember the opera? The opening night? I danced with a doctor, there - Dr. Crane from Arkham. He knows Edward Nigma, the one who was waiting."
And this bit, she knew, was the part she had to say most gently. She watched the way her hands whitened over each other. Carefully, then:
"Edward Nigma took me to Arkham, where the doctor kept me for a while. When I escaped, I went to a friend's. I've been there ever since."
She should probably mention... "I already talked to the police at the hospital. And my friend's roommate is a detective. I think he may be looking into it, too. So far, they're.... Well. They're still out there."