It was one of those moments when Bruce was trying to listen to her and follow a direction, having babbled in what he thought was impressively coherent sentences. But when you sway and realize, oh wow, I'm actually drunk, and that's what happened to him. His brilliant mind was trying to slog over that experience, and instead he couldn't make sense of it. He knows she's saying something. Something great and important and interesting. Also her hair is really nice! He thought she might want to hear that, but no, that was unwanted compliments and he was a stranger, so he probably should wait until they had more than three (??) conversations before that.

He put his hand on her wrist, but not to test her pulse. Just to make sure he knew which one of her was real. "I really want to do the thing that you're talking about, but I think I'm maybe ...."

Drunk. "Gimme ten minutes, I'll be right back." He was pretty sure that was supposed to lead into him walking away, and he managed to wobble fairly well all things considered toward what he was really hoping was a bathroom or something useful. Only to make it there and basically pass out. Whoops.