Selina blinks. She has never been to a farm - at least, not the type of farm he's talking about. But she knew the streets of Gotham. She knew what it was like to walk down an alley and no from which direction trouble was coming, or if was safe to proceed... learning patterns and applying them until they were second nature, huh?

"So... something a little more than reading tea leaves." She glances toward the door. "Do you think she was wrong? Or just making stuff up?"