The crestfallen expression which beset Gordon, followed by the rapid draining of the tumbler, was not lost on Louise, and she began to reach a hand out to touch him--but then he produced the ratty Gotham Gazette clipping, and the former detective found her arm dropping back to her side, her hands wringing themselves slightly with unrequited nervous energy.

But AT LAST, she had something to focus on.

Her azure eyes narrowed in their usual fashion when she was concentrating upon something related to work, and she picked up the black and white piece of paper, scrutinising it carefully.

"He was in here two nights ago. Ordered whiskey, neat." Louise glanced up at him. "Just like you do." Her eyes held the knowledge, but couldn't ignore their unfinished business.