It says something about Una's usual context, perhaps, that the word evokes not a night-time terror for criminals, but the word for a military manservant.
Her mouth twitches and she bites the inside of her lip, forcing herself not to laugh. It becomes harder when she realises that the points on the top of the hood are supposed to be—well, to resemble bat ears. She reminds herself that whatever he's wearing, the man has the advantage of her and probably reasonably sophisticated weaponry under that cloak, and in so doing quells any further levity.
"Of course. I'm sorry, I should have guessed." Well, that slipped out, but she's not taking it back or apologising for it. She snuffs the lighter and puts it away again. "And what does a Batman do? Or is that classified as well?"
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Her mouth twitches and she bites the inside of her lip, forcing herself not to laugh. It becomes harder when she realises that the points on the top of the hood are supposed to be—well, to resemble bat ears. She reminds herself that whatever he's wearing, the man has the advantage of her and probably reasonably sophisticated weaponry under that cloak, and in so doing quells any further levity.
"Of course. I'm sorry, I should have guessed." Well, that slipped out, but she's not taking it back or apologising for it. She snuffs the lighter and puts it away again. "And what does a Batman do? Or is that classified as well?"