Barbara had been trying to get the moogle to understand exactly what she was looking for, but he was having an issue understanding exactly what a wheelchair was. Maybe she needed to explain it better. But right now her head was swimming a little. It couldn't be a coincidence that the ball of fluff in front of her was named Alfred. She didn't believe in coincidence. What she did believe in was pain, and right now she felt that as she tried desperately to get herself up off the pavement. She could flex her toes, and it was a feeling that was more than worth the pain!

She was about to try and push herself up again when she saw a shadow fall over her. Looking up over her shoulder she was on edge, wondering if she was going to have to figure out a way to fight whomever it was: If this was anything like Gotham, she would... But instead the person standing over her offered assistance. She paused for a second before letting herself relax a bit. "Um... yes actually," she said with a shake of her head. "However I got here, I seem to have been separated from my chair."