Barbara considers him from her vantage point. Still a bit higher than him, but not as higher as earlier. There's an interesting feeling of lost professionalism. The kind she doesn't usually let kick loose until she's flying through the air, and it's all gale-force ribbons in her hair and her heart. Reminding her why it was Alfred has once relayed Bruce saying she was the one loved it best.

Barbara's gaze lingers on him, but she chooses it anyway. Chooses to trust that someone, or multiple people, made sure he was here. Trust him to be here. In the room. In the plans. To be just as worthy of all of it as any of them. "Probably not. I have a cipher code I'm going to build for everyone so we can communicate on the comms without the whole rest of the world eavesdropping the whole time."

She shrugs a little. "Somewhere around that, I'll try to consider getting some sleep." That was so far down on the totem pole compared to prep and having her own mini-mission first. "You? Big plans before heading into the belly of the beast?"