"You wish I was that easy." Nightingale answered coyly. "Though maybe that's why you're inviting me to a nightclub? I don't get drunk, sorry to disappoint you." Ironsight didn't seem to know who she was, which was to her benefit. Her mask distorted her voice, but she wasn't sure how well it would trick a blind superhero. She sat herself down on a crate opposite him and crossed her legs gingerly. It was awkward talking to a bruised guy with half his clothes torn by the beating and her in her armour, but it would have to do. She didn't know if she trusted him enough to let him know who she was yet.

"Well, care to explain what you're doing here without your team?" She asked reaching behind her to find her first aid pouch. She rarely needed it with her accelerated healing, but it was always good to be prepared. Especially if she didn't want to bleed everywhere she went until her wounds closed whenever she took a hit. She found a roll of bandages and tossed them into Ironsight's lap along with a bag of ice. "I'd help you but some people take issue with having a girl tend to their wounds or getting help."