Stephanie was nervous when she realized she'd be working with you. Not because you're a bad person or anything, just - she didn't know you, and Tim was like - no help.

Per usual.

Her worries were quickly proved to be misguided. You were unbelievably talkative.

Like. Her levels of talkative.

Stephanie felt a bit bad, you two sat on a roof top together: patrol had gone off without any issues, and she couldn't help but laugh. You looked so puzzled by this, and all Stephanie could offer was to look over and smile.

"You're just - you talk a lot. Have you been told that?"

She thought it was really cute, truthfully.