Her eyes are still blazing with righteous anger, but people actually backing up and giving the girl space soothes it a little bit, and she's able to grin at her.

"They do come in handy." Her voice is clearly put on, low and rough, but there's a gentleness to it. It took her a while to master that balance.

Then her head whips back towards the crowded, stunned silent but still lingering, and that's gone; she's pure intimidation. "And I will pull out more tricks if I have to. So go away and don't bother anyone else."

The Bat doesn't mean anything here, as far as she knows, but the symbol gleaming on her chest - scratched and singed as it is - still lends strength to her voice.