[ Wrapping her hands around her mug, she lets the warmth seep in, savoring and finding a shred of comfort in the feeling. It's not much, but sometimes that has to be enough. ]

Protection is what I do. [ She shrugs slightly, eyes on the table in front of Bruce rather than the man himself. ]I'm not from around here, but at least I can try to do some good before I find my way home.

[ If she finds her way home. With every day that passes, it seems a little more unlikely, and some days it's a struggle to hold on to any semblance of hope at all. Lifting her mug, she adds a clarification before taking another sip. ]

I was never adopted.