One glass of wine in hand, one bucket of candy on her wrist she loops her arm with his and presses close before shuffling off with him (remember: big floppy shoes). If they pass an open table with two seats she will gently suggest taking a seat there, or maybe they have open couches and over stuffed chairs like in some coffee shops. She has always thought that was so cool.

"That makes a lot of sense. Do you have to know any alien physiology? That is if you've encountered any alien species," maybe there isn't any in his universe but she finds that highly doubtful.

A sip of wine at the question because she isn't entirely sure how to answer it. "Ah," a lick of the lips and then she presses them together. "Well, he's given me the chance to help fight crime in Metropolis so that's what I do."