[Damian's eyebrows rise under the hood... then he takes in the woman's apparent age, the white hair and eyes, an he lets out a soft huh. Metahuman possibility.]


What else can you do?


[The question is blunt, but not tinged with disgust. Just necessity to know the resources. Then he looks at the girl, and the smirk is visible beneath the hood's shadow.]


Don't worry, there'll be a distraction. Have either of you seen any sign there may be anyone else here who is... an unwilling guest?