[More silence, as she walks back over to her desk, grabbing a vial of something and twirling it idly in her fingers, looking anywhere but at Saul.

It's the fear gas antidote, she's been experimenting with the objects her suit supplies.]

There's a man in my world, Jonathan Crane, calls himself the Scarecrow. He made a toxin that induces hallucinations of your worst fears. Then there's Sinestro and his Corps, they wield power rings that can create anything you can think of, and it's all based on instilling fear.

And that's not even touching on Batman, everything about the Bat is made to scare people. [She shrugs, setting the vial back down.] Fear is kind of the business I'm in.

[Don't underestimate her.]