The smile he turns on her doesn't falter, though he's starting his assessment the instant he sees her. His gaze flicks up, down, taking in everything he needs to know in a few moments. Clothes looser than they need to be, like he'd wear to blend into the underbelly of Gotham. Holding herself well, movements comfortable.

Capable. Not an immediate apparent thread, but capable.

He nods and steps to one side.

"I'm sorry. Can't get in a lady's way."

The jovial tone is as carefully calculated as everything else.