She sniffles as she tries to get to a point where she can breathe normally again. Once she's gotten as much as she can off her face she pulls her shirt back down in its proper place.

"If I told you he was training me I knew I'd have to tell you the rest. And if I told you the rest..." She looks down and away. The shame is still there, a weight like an anvil pressing on her chest. Just because Jason doesn't hate her for what she did doesn't mean no one will.

"I was afraid you'd hate me. I hate me."

She looks up again when he starts talking about punching Batman in the teeth, and expression of mixed amusement and concern on her face.

"It isn't his fault, you know. If I'd just gone home like he told me none of this would have happened. And it's not like he knew I was in trouble. No one did."