[ She smiles, faint and sad but completely genuine. ]

No problem. Seriously.

[ She steps back a little, and gestures to the couch and arm chairs further into the room, all arranged facing a big bay window that looks out over an illusion of Gotham at night. ]

Um... do you want coffee or tea or something? Cookies? I like mashed potatoes when I'm sad, but I know that's... usually not the case for most people.