Riddler tenses, but stands his ground. So they can speak. He can still feel something in the rides, in the wires, even though something is keeping the lights from flickering on. He can handle this. Probably.

"Interesting, perhaps." he says, surreptitiously looking it over. His mask is enough to hide his gaze, he's sure. "Good might be a stretch."

He hasn't really dealt with the Nox before. No need to risk his neck for idiots, after all, and this is the first time their invasion has actually posed a potential problem. He'd rather not have to relocate again so soon.