The Riddler rests his chin on the hand on his cane. He's mostly crouching now, but he can tell from the sounds of Trigger across the bank that the tellers are still not done. And the manager has not yet returned, either.

"String or nothing. Alas, miss, your winning streak has ended. However... Is that one guess?" His mouth turns down in a thoughtful sort of frown. "Or was that perhaps two? It was a singular statement, but two objects. My, this is tricky."