Bruce was as average as average could get, the type of man that had very little difficulty slipping into a crowd or being forgotten. And he was fine with that. But he simply got used to being surrounded by beautiful people who could also kill people with their pinky. He rolled along with it. He winced at her response, but not because the language bothered him, because he could see that he walked in at the wrong time and put her in an uncomfortable position. He'd been there before, too many times. If he'd been able to slink out without bothering her, he would have.

"No, no, I'm the one who barged in." He moved over to her and gingerly knelt down himself. "Be careful with those, glass shards have a way of sticking into your skin even without much of a prick." Bruce was trying not to do the same, between the two of them they could probably get it done quickly. "I mean, there's a lot about this place and this situation that's worth breaking some things, right?"