[ Selina shakes her head, her expression set, but fond exasperation in her eyes. ] Get over yourself.

[ You and Bruce, she swears. (Although to be fair, if it was Bruce, her exasperation would be more sharp.) ]

Do the ground work. Confluences don't sound personal to me. [ Pause a beat. ] They sound like a fancy word someone made up because they didn't want to admit that they don't know what's going on.