Yeah, I mean, it's a little hard to see under all the... you know, blood and stuff.

[ she's clearly not all that thrown by the display in front of her — spending part of one's life as the side piece of one of gotham's mass orchestrators of violence and crime will skew a girl's perspective on grisly murder — but eventually she tears her gaze away from roman's body, carefully tiptoeing her way over to where dinah's sitting against the wall before crouching down in front of her. ]

Hey. [ she reaches out and gently runs her fingertips along dinah's jaw, directing her up until she can meet the other woman's eyes with her own. ] You okay? This shit can take a lot out of ya. Trust me, I know.