[ Funny that she should end up at this particular bar, but it's the only joint in Gotham that she knows she can get real soju at. As it turns out, liquor exports from countries besieged by killer robots are hard to come by.

In any case, Hana has barely moved from the moment Jason made his rather grandiose entrance into the bar, up until now as the two of them sit alone at the bar together. She'd recognized the voice as Red Hood's - as Jason's - but she hasn't even looked at him.

She's afraid to find out what he thinks of her. Especially once his words confirm that he does, in fact, know about her and Dick's... arrangement. That he knows that D.Va and Nightwing have been filling empty nights with hollow intimacy and depravity. She's ashamed because even though Jason says it like Dick is the only one doing any hurting, Hana is equally responsible. She's the one that showed up to his apartment that first night. She's the one who let this happen. She should be stronger and braver, enough to stop this from continuing but Hana isn't the brave one. That's D.Va.

So she doesn't look at him - until she sees him set his helmet down onto the counter. Only then does she glance over to him, her eyes searching his face for some sort of sign - that maybe even after what she's done, he doesn't hate her.

The irony of it all being that Hana is, herself, unaware of Jason's feelings for her, at least of anything beyond a friendship that crackles an awful lot like a firecracker. She's so blinded by her love for Nightwing that she hasn't ever considered that others may have feelings for her.

At length, she looks back down at her drink. ]

... I wasn't going to hide it. I knew you'd find out eventually.

But this isn't all on him, Jay. I'm... using him too, aren't I? I'm being selfish.