"What do your friends look like?" Tim is already picturing those he's seen so far, creating mental groups of hair color, age, skin color, weight, etc. Strangely, he realizes that he hasn't seen a single female yet, although Bruce told him that Barbara Gordon was still alive. "I can keep an eye out for them."

Tim realizes how that may sound and hastens to elaborate, "I mean that in a normal, I've-lost-my-friends-in-the-mall sort of way. Not the 'I'm-secretly-going-to-act-out-an-Agatha-Christie-novel' sense that everyone expects."