She was fairly certain Phil could stand casually with his hands in his pockets while a building fell down around him. He was very good at the blankly amiable expression, too.

"And if I choose to share something you find interesting, what's the price of your discretion? I have to work for you at the electric company or you'll go to GCPD? Maybe give the information to one of the crime families?"

No one in any of her worlds had ever just kept knowledge, especially knowledge about other people. There was always a price to it.