[ There's a pause, and her cool act cracks just a little tiny bit more at that. Does she really have to? Can she say no? Reminding him of all the people he should know -- that just sounds painful. Cementing in the fact that this Isn't Her Jason.

But then on the other hand, emotional and whiny is definitely not the first impression she wants to make for this blank slate. She takes a breath and keeps her eyes on the ground. ]

Danny Rand, Iron Fist. Started School of Thunder, the dojo. Figure he was about your best friend here, only he's gone, so, maybe that one doesn't matter so much. He was close to Nill-- little mute blonde girl with wings-- so by extension so were you. She's here. Thomas Blake, Catman. You're good with him. We went to South America with him. Zatanna likes to try and help. Don't figure that usually goes too good. Miho. Short, Asian, real good fighter. You were dating her, sometimes, I think. Um... you ignored the Bats, mostly. 'Cept for me.

[ A pause, and she wonders if she should summarize their own relationship in a brusque one or two sentences. But that seems a little more painful than she can do, so she leaves it at that, shrugs, and glances over. ]

No one actively trying to kill you, imPorts-wise. Figure that's probably pretty good news.