"I'm good with knots."

Not really a boast, but he knows he' better than most regular kids his age - kids who didn't grow up with their lives depending on knots and ropes and who don't regularly now tie up criminals and escape from various traps.

But- she's clearly not a Gotham middle schooler. So he comes over and crouches next to the planks to hold them. "You tie. It's your raft."