( That wasn't supposed to all come out and once he's finished speaking he reels back on his heels with a deep inhale. Hands rise to wash over his face and drop unceremoniously after only a moment. It's all there, Jason figures. The important stuff at least. He doubts he said anything that Claire didn't already read or infer from his file at least. There was... some relief, though. At her initial answer.

Still, Jason needs to walk it off. His body needs to move and he pivots his body to take a tour around the room. He can hear it--her quiet words. It takes him a moment to find the right ones in response. ) Is it the place of authorities whose payroll comes from mobsters that make their money on the ownership and control of others?

( His feet stop, eyes turn back over toward Claire. ) I'd rather have anger fire me into action then be complacent. Gotham's a shithole, but it's my shithole. Someone has to save it.